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