A New Hope - broken Iris

To your grave I spoke

Holding a red, red rose

Gust of freezing cold air

Whispers to me that you are gone

Always, always asking the question why

Life is overrated, but I Never, never expected that I’d

Underestimated my love for you

To your grave I spoke

Holding a red, red rose

Gust of freezing cold air

Whispers to me that you are gone

Always, always just out of reach of my Over frustrated, shameful hands, and I Never, never expected that I Would ever, no never, plead for credit or precious time

To your grave I spoke

Holding a red, red rose

Gust of freezing cold air

Whispers to me you’re gone

Spent a lifetime of holding on Just to let go I guess I’ll spend another lifetime

Searching for a new hope

To your grave I spoke

Holding a red, red rose

Gust of freezing cold air

Whispers to me you’re gone

Spent a lifetime of holding on Just to let go I guess I’ll spend another lifetime

Searching for a new hope

A new hope

A new hope

A new hope