Hear me I'm crying out . . .
Everybody's got a hold on hope, it's the last thing that's holding me. I love that song, but what happens when the hope has gone? When you believe no one cares? Who's there for you then? It always gets me thinking. I mean, everybody holds onto hope for something, but not everybody gets what they want in the end. I guess hoping is just like wishing, and sometimes wishing doesn't work. Sometimes we should just give up. I think that's what I'll do, I'll give up . . .