[Storyteller.]

I gave away more than I had
in the blinding cold,
casket black when the sun
went down never did return.
Like gasoline on an open flame,
light up so bright then burn away.
If I fall apart, look the other way.
When all the things I need feel just like a dream
and every breath I breathe is so hard.

Well I just want a reason to hope,
a reason to know that I should still be here,
maybe just a glimpse of the light,
a patch of blue sky, something to believe in.
I just want a reason to hope, a reason to hope,
want a reason that I should not let go.
I want a reaon to hope.

And it's hard to say times are bad
cause it's been much worse, and I know that.
But from all I've seen these days are awful hard.
And the prayers come slow for me at first,
then the dam broke down and the rivers surged.
I am on my knees wondering what it's worth.
And all things I need feel just like a dream
and every breath I breathe is so hard....