When ever i try, it's like something cries, in a silent and lonely night. I hear the voice, i dance the echoe, i climb my thoughts, just to see what i've become, it was wet, cos i was tearing.
Nothing's as far as next step, distance stretched by fear, in me that i can't find me, in us i can't read me and in you, meanings couldn't speak.
Thank's to the mirror, i'm still here, hopes in my head, i'll get there. Journey of hope upon hope, with so much time said good bye.
When ever i try, something cries, nothing's as far as next step, thanks to the mirror i'm still here. Hope to the people, we'll get there...
Hardy. Dedicated to all who have lost hope especially in a country like Nigeria
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