There's a moment before it changes
When my hope is whole and bright.
The period before informational exchanges
When I anticipate with all my might.
I walk the edge of the knife
With a heart full of expectations,
With a little bit of fear for my life
And a mind full of inspirations.
I wait so impatiently, expecting, speculating.
I fear the worst and still hope for the best.
Then the phone rings and I'm hesitating.
I've made it this far; I have to have passed this test.
Hope gets crushed over and over again, but for some reason it keeps coming back.
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