Hope is a strange thing

One moment life is no better than death

and the dark, no different than the light

but as we struggle to take our last breath

we see a glimpse of hope in our sight

Death is a strange thing

If we say we do not love

than we are dead to our heart

but if we die and rise to heaven above

our death is now worlds apart

Love is a strange thing

We can hate with all our might

But still love in secret

For wherever there is light

the flowers will find it

Life is a strange thing

We value it above all we own

yet we’ll throw it away for love

Our life will always continue to grow

but when it ends, we’ll start a new one above