Hope Dies Last

Love can be beautiful and true, and it’s said it is enduring

After what you have put me through, I’m not sure that I agree

Put faith in enemies more than in friends, they’re much less likely to betray

But faith is quick to fade, and when it ends there’s almost nothing that remains

Faith is quick to die these days, so often misplaced

With emptiness and sorrow, it quietly gives up the ghost

Leaving cynicism grinning in its wake

Love holds on a little longer; its death is more violent

In the end, with choking sobs we pick up the pieces and grow

And in time we just might learn to love again

Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night

Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has

Hope dies last

There’s no dignity or shame when hope is put to death

There’s no words to soothe the pain and you’ll beg for the end to your breath

And yet hope will have you coming back for more

Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night

Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has

Hope dies last

I am hurt but have not fallen

I am wounded but unslain

I will lay me down and bleed for a while

Then I’ll rise and fight again

Is it just being stubborn in the face of futility?

Is it lack of self-respect? Or is it bravery?

Maybe it’s foolish to hold on in vain

But hope is not prepared to lose its fight

Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night

Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has

Hope dies last

It fights without concern for vanity

Dignity is sacrificed to desperation

But it might be the finest part of me

And I’ll thank God that hope dies last

Though it’s broken and bleeding

Hope dies last