When she came into my life, I was missing hope

Just barely released from the end of my rope

And learning again, how to cope

 

No hope to be loved, no expectations of kindness,

But she told me not liking myself was blindness 

And I hoped I could find this

 

She gave me hope to be loved and respected, reminded me of all of the lives I'd affected, helped me let go of feeling rejected, still without trust, her kindness I tested, to see if my trust could be safely invested... And it could... Entirely

 

Why can't I see what she sees in me?

Why can't I let go and simply be?

I'm there for her but I'm not there for me.

I'm not free.

 

My friend Sergio said "the most painful is when you have hope,

When you know it's impossible it's easy to cope,

But unless you're a man with conviction of a pope,

And you're cursed with the dream of a chance to elope,

Hope will eat you up"

 

Why can't I see what she sees in me?

Why can't I let go and simply be?

I'm there for her but I'm not there for me.

I'm not free.

 

But I don't want to let go of a hope to love you

I wanted to think that my dreams could be true

That someone could show me my worth like you do

Stay close when I'm a stressed

Remind me I'm blessed

My fears all confessed,

The time you invest,

To make me my best;

It made me believe in me,

And I love you for that

Because I can't do it on my own

Yet

 

She was my hope,

But I must let go of Hope.

I will miss that hope,

But hoping for hope is hopeless,

And hoping for Hope is just hopeful,

And I hope beyond Hope I can find my own hope,

Without Miss Hope.