of hope

Of hope
Its of hope
Of hope
Its of hope
My heart grows weary
For every sorrow
Side by Side
I couldnt see the sun clearly
I want the storm to cease
When i close my eyes asleep
I bid my fears c'est la vie
Perhaps the sun will shine today

My feet made clay
My hands are made of brass
Its of hope
This heart continues to grow weary
A flower somewhere will grow
Perhaps these things will pass
Sooner or later
For every sorrow its side by side
And my heart to continues to grow weary
Of hope
I want the storm to cease
Leave me be