HOPE (feat. Delhia de France)

When the light is low I can feel it grow Like a reaching hand When the fevers rise And the noise has died From the preaching man When the skies forlorn And the fate had won It still keeps me out Reaching all I have When the light is low I can feel it grow Like a reaching hand When the fevers rise And the noise has died From the preaching man All the ghosts conjured Take away the hurt It makes the reaching hand Hope is the hardest to kill Hope is the hardest to kill It won't die It won't die until