Hope is the only word we all cling to, Some live on it's brighter side, Hope is the only word we all cling to, Some live on it's brighter side,

The poem is about the abandoned family tree. The poem is about the abandoned family tree.

He knew how deep my wounds were.. He tried to comfort me with his lies therefore.. He knew how deep my wounds were.. He tried to comfort me with his lies therefor...

With my bare hands, I bid adieu to the clingy memories With my bare hands, I bid adieu to the clingy memories

I start dancing I start dancing

It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief.