there is a small hope

yet maybe it is not necessary.

demands are everyday, simple things
can be priceless, and while the words
pound, grind, oh make us cry, while the
world is turning, there is a small
hope to always return home.

maybe it is not necessary, yet we
have. year in year out.

there is small hope, for folk
to do something different, that
is not their nature. maybe

they just wish to return