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my hope has gone away

against a will as hard as stone

now I dwell alone



I pose a present question to the futures past

but in my grief I forgot what I must ask

forget I do in my loneliest despair

now that I dwell alone



fearing that my hope is not quite safe and sound

locked away and tortured by the machinations hound

now that I dwell alone in this despair



what the question I must ask?

I think through blinding tears

and then the question comes to me as my hope does in my dreams

and the simplicity maes me feel as but a simple being



why?

thats the question I must ask



why? why? and why?

this is the question I will ask

until the futures past

and my hope finds her way home

to comfort me at last