We assume that hope inspires, but what if it is gone
Conspicuous in absence, no confidence or any appeal
Nothing left to worry about, we still fail in our dreams
No regret, no life, just a portent for the masquerade
Give our existence just to feel, that hope is surreal
The future burns inside, as we resist the urge to flee
You must go forward, fight the excuse of fate
Choose to rise beyond expectations or belief
