i like the song... i think as long as i'm breathing there is hope... but i'm weird...

there is a flip side to hope you touch on... i once read a book (bad memory) that mentioned a woman in an abusive situation, but she held out hope.. that's hope's flip side..

as a child i remember instances when my music was put down... it affected me but i never held it up to the light just like this...

i'm still holding the theory that all music is good... i began to replace the object (whether loved or hated) of the song to the writers relationship to God (oh God, here he goes again)