maloveci: It’s hard to love, there’s so much to hateHanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies above say it’s much too lateWell maybe we should all be praying for time

maloveci: It’s hard to love, there’s so much to hateHanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies above say it’s much too lateWell maybe we should all be praying for time

maloveci: It’s hard to love, there’s so much to hateHanging on to hope, when