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Give me a reason to believe?

Give me hope, some that will never leave?

Give me passion, a reason to live on?

Give me a purpose, one that will be remembered after I'm gone?

Is hope but a floating dream?

Could it be that life is nothing that it seems?

People scheme, and people lie.

It seems as though they only want to see you cry.

It goes on and on, and still you try.

Clinging to your last bit of hope, your dream...what can you do?