Love can be beautiful and true, and it's said it is enduring After what you have put me through, I'm not sure that I agree Put faith in enemies more than in friends they're much less likely to betray But faith is quick to fade, and when it ends there's almost nothing that remains Faith is quick to die these days, so often misplaced With emptiness and sorrow, it quietly gives up the ghost Leaving cynicism grinning in its wake Love holds on a little longer; its death is more violent In the end, with choking sobs we pick up the pieces and grow And in time we just might learn to love again Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has Hope dies last There's no dignity or shame when hope is put to death There's no words to soothe the pain and you'll beg for the end to your breath And yet hope will have you coming back for more Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has Hope dies last I am hurt but have not fallen I am wounded but unslain I will lay me down and bleed for a while Then I'll rise and fight again Is it just being stubborn in the face of futility? Is it lack of self-respect? Or is it bravery? Maybe it's foolish to hold on in vain But hope is not prepared to lose its fight Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has Hope dies last It fights without concern for vanity Dignity is sacrificed to desperation But it might be the finest part of me And I'll thank God that hope dies last Though it's broken and bleeding Hope dies last