My one and only hope gifted me a length of rope tied in a lovely bow.   I wonder if it will hold.      But I am not defeated yet because I believe we'll meet again.      Another day down...      I feel my only chance is filtering through my hands and pulling,   As it goes, trembling flesh from bone.      But I cannot admit it yet.      If there was a way that I could get my head around this don't you think I would?   Why did you say all the things that you said to me?   I don't know how you could but I'm planning to stay alive long enough to see for myself.