Hope Lyrics

In a world where dreams are endless, skies so vast and wide,

We search for life in fullness, not just a place to bide.

Is it hope we're really feeling, or just a passive state?

Waiting for the door to open, bound by our own fate.

Oh, is it hope if we're just waiting?

For a life that's more than we've known.

Or is it just a resignation,

When we stand but never roam?

Rise up, oh soul, and seek your freedom,

Don't just wait for time to start.

Hope's not in the endless waiting,

It's the fire within your heart.

Kafka told of endless waiting, by the door that stood ajar,

Years of pleading for permission, never going far.

He studied every detail, of the doorkeeper's attire,

But never took a step inside, never felt the fire.

The old man saw the open door, but feared to take a stride,

His hope turned into passiveness, a slow and silent tide.

But never took a step inside, never felt the fire.

The old man saw the open door, but feared to take a stride,

His hope turned into passiveness, a slow and silent tide.

Nothing's expected in the now, only in days to come,

Hope's idolized in future times, in moments yet to drum.

Men worshipped the future as their guide,

Passive in the present, letting now and hope divide.

They saw hope as a distant dream, a goddess yet to rise,

But hope without our actions, is a future built on lies.

Oh, is it hope if we're just waiting?

For a life that's more than we've known.

Or is it just a resignation,

When we stand but never roam?

Rise up, oh soul, and seek your freedom,

Don't just wait for time to start.

Hope's not in the endless waiting,

It's the fire within your heart.

Hope is paradoxical, not passive, nor untrue,

It's not unrealistic forcing, or dreams we can't pursue.

Like a tiger crouched and ready, to jump when time is right,

Hope waits in preparation, for the chance to take its flight.

To hope means being ready, for what has yet to come,

Not desperate if it never, arrives in our own sun.

Some preach bold adventurism, forcing what can't be done,

False Messiahs and radical cries, all aiming for the sun.

Disregard for what's real now, phrases without a plan,

A hopelessness disguised in bold, from every dedicated man.

Their lack of love for life today, their strategies unformed,

Show hopelessness in masquerade, in every word adorned.

Passive waiting's hopelessness, in disguise it hides,

But hope that moves and acts today, is where true life abides.

Don't worship future idols, don't wait for time's command,

Take the step into the now, with courage take a stand.

Hope's not in the distant dreams, or future's far-off gleam,

It's in the actions of today, in making now the dream.

Oh, is it hope if we're just waiting?

For a life that's more than we've known.

Or is it just a resignation,

When we stand but never roam?

Rise up, oh soul, and seek your freedom,

Don't just wait for time to start.

Hope's not in the endless waiting,

It's the fire within your heart.

To hope is to be ready, for what is yet unborn,

Not to despair in silence, if no new life is sworn.

No sense in hoping only, for what already exists,

Or for what cannot be, in the mist where dreams persist.

Hope is in the readiness, to leap when time is nigh,

To grasp the fleeting moments, and reach towards the sky.

Hope is more than dreaming, it's the action in our hands,

It's the leap into the unknown, breaking all the bands.

Don't wait for life to happen, don't wait for green lights,

Hope's the liberation, in the darkest nights.

Oh, is it hope if we're just waiting?

For a life that's more than we've known.

Or is it just a resignation,

When we stand but never roam?

Rise up, oh soul, and seek your freedom,

Don't just wait for time to start.

Hope's not in the endless waiting,

It's the fire within your heart.