There is a man that i know,
For 17 years He never spoke.
Guess he had nothing to say.
He opened his mouth on/in church one day,
I listened with all of my might.
But was scared by the look in his eyes,
Like he had already lost the fight
And there was no hope ever in sight.
No hope in the air,
No hope in the water.
Not even for me, your last serving daughter.
Why fear death, be scared of living?
Our hearts are small and ever thinning.
There is no hope of ever of winning.
So why fear death, be scared of living?
I have seen men revolt*
and i have seen life revoke*
And i looked at my life and choked.
I can't give up that quick.
My life is a candle and a wick.
You can put it out, you can't break it down.
In the end we are waiting to be lit.
There's hope in the air,
There's hope in the water.
Sadly not me, your last serving daughter.
A friend is a friend forever,
And a good one will never leave, never.
But you're never been *Stopped?*
From what rolls off your mouth.
You will never understand. Never.
You speak mines handed down to you,
By the lies handed down by your truth,
And your angels that dance at your will
Will mask your scrambling guilt.
I fogave you your shortcoming,
And ignored your childish behaviour.
Laid a kiss on your head
And before i left, said,
\"stay away from fleeting favour\".
There's hope in the air,
There's hope in the water.
But sadly not me, your last serving daughter.
Pick up your rope, Lord.
Sling it to me,
If we are in battle, i must not be weak.
Give me your strength, Lord,
And your food and water.
I am your Saviour.
Your last serving daughter.
There's hope in the air,
There's hope in the water.
But sadly not me, you last serving daughter.
There's hope in the air,
There's hope in the water.
But no more for me, you last serving daughter