Hope

I wonder why the hardy winter always stays longer than spring

With just a spade I’d dug myself into a grave

A plan has taken root in my mind

Not long 'till its ready to bear fruit

I'm gripping the hoe of freedom so tight my knuckles are white

'Cause I know it'll pave my path to success

My fear only grows by the second

But I've watered my doubts for long enough

I refuse to let them pick my mind

It's time I let the seeds of doubt crumble and fall

And wait for my flowering hope to dig my way out