In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons
And in hope I grind my knees into the floor
Praying that he’ll never have to feel the pain I have felt
Walking through glass ignorant of the pain in my feet
His sweet little hands, innocent face
So unaware of what lies in waiting
In hope there will be forever waiting for you
In hope you’ll never look back and hate these days I’ve held your hand
Falling away, changing each day to his own fate
Until I am needed no more for his comfort or his joy
In hope there’s an answer, and in hope I cry
But I am beaten just the same by this subtle game
As he breaks away
I turn my face to the sky for a way to decline
These fairy tales that will mould into nightmares
This fate laid out in my hands
Unatoned I descend into my own indecision
In hope I can turn this page
Falling away, changing each day to his own fate
When I feel him go running on his own Wait for something more there is not
