Joe Brownrigg

Hope

I’m getting sick of preaching virtues

When all I see around me’s pain

I try so hard to be so honest

But all I see are my mistakes

A quiet man will treasure silence

And he’ll let time just pass on by

That doesn’t mean he ain’t got passion

And it doesn’t mean he ain’t on fire

Oh, could you see it now? Hope.

Oh, could you sing it loud? Hope.

I’m getting sick of preaching silence

When all I see around me’s pain

We try so hard to keep it honest

But we all make those same mistakes

Oh, could you see it now? Hope.

Oh, could you sing it loud? Hope.