Hope

Mind playing tricks, your head doin' splits. your poor heart is barren like a ghoul. Next thing you know, your selling your soul. Devil incarnate and your the main goal. Your dog ran away, your girl broke your heart, your grandpa died, your car broke down, and ain't no peep around, miles to go. Then you get on your knees and start praying to God, hoping he's listening, asking for a second chance, a glimmer in your soul.