Hope
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The Garden of Hope calls me each day to tell The spirit of a long ago the tales of youth.
Sing me a song oh sweet time. Call me hope. I am the daughter of time, the system of hope, The guardian of faith. Sweet sweet evermore.
The Garden of Time, here's the rhythm of the ages To praise the ways of old, but not forgetting the new.
Forget not the time, the hope, or the ages. For they hold They hold the key to the future that holds their fates everlasting.
I see time passing; it's over. Now it's time for the new. Come sons and daughters of the Hope, the planet calls thee.
We are here. We are now; what was. We are have been through It all. Bitter turmoil. Come ye sons and daughters of each. Come now And be one once again. We are here. We are alive.
A/N: Your probably wondering where that came from, huh? I honestly couldn't tell you. I was thinking of the Biker Mice from Mars when I wrote this. But you can take other guesses which other shows it's for. ^_^
The Garden of Hope calls me each day to tell The spirit of a long ago the tales of youth.
Sing me a song oh sweet time. Call me hope. I am the daughter of time, the system of hope, The guardian of faith. Sweet sweet evermore.
The Garden of Time, here's the rhythm of the ages To praise the ways of old, but not forgetting the new.
Forget not the time, the hope, or the ages. For they hold They hold the key to the future that holds their fates everlasting.
I see time passing; it's over. Now it's time for the new. Come sons and daughters of the Hope, the planet calls thee.
We are here. We are now; what was. We are have been through It all. Bitter turmoil. Come ye sons and daughters of each. Come now And be one once again. We are here. We are alive.
A/N: Your probably wondering where that came from, huh? I honestly couldn't tell you. I was thinking of the Biker Mice from Mars when I wrote this. But you can take other guesses which other shows it's for. ^_^