A New Hope (Broken Iris)

To your grave I spoke Holding a red, red rose Gust of freezing cold air Whispers to me that you are gone Always, always asking the question why Life is overrated, but I Never, never expected that I'd Underestimated my love for you To your grave I spoke Holding a red, red rose Gust of freezing cold air Whispers to me that you are gone Always, always just out of reach of my Over frustrated, shameful hands, and I Never, never expected that I Would ever, no never, plead for credit or precious time To your grave I spoke Holding a red, red rose Gust of freezing cold air Whispers to me you're gone Spent a lifetime of holding on Just to let go I guess I'll spend another lifetime Searching for a new hope To your grave I spoke Holding a red, red rose Gust of freezing cold air Whispers to me you're gone Spent a lifetime of holding on Just to let go I guess I'll spend another lifetime Searching for a new hope A new hope A new hope A new hope