The odds of surviving might be rear
But when instinct kicks in you would know it is near
God in his tending power and care
Would never leave you to snare
The clouds might be dark right here
Wait until tomorrow and never give up for it might be clear
The heavens and it hosts are looking for your rest
I know ,sometimes it seem hard to gasps for air
But you've got to live life at the best
You've got to take wearies out of our chest
You've got to chase for cheers
Neverthelss keep in your minds that your redemption might be near.
Hope is not in some mansion living an odd life and drinking beer
Hope is my dear and she is right beside me,in my actions and In the plans I share.