The Optimist - Adam French

I’m the rust in the ring

I’m the tears running down your face

Oh I’m the blood that’s rushing through your veins

I’m the numb that’s pushing out the pain

Whatever I am to you that’s fine

Whatever I am to you that’s fine

But I hope that your children get to know my name

And I hope that your heart can figure out the pain

I hope, I hope

You won’t let it got to waste

I hope, I hope

I’m a fleur in the sun

I’m the damage that’s been done

Oh I’m a ghost in the night in the night

I’m the darkness shading out the light

Whatever I am to you that’s fine

Whatever I am to you that’s fine

But I hope that your children get to know my name

And I hope that your heart can figure out the pain

And I hope, I hope

You won’t let it go to waste

I hope, I hope

But it takes time, to fix it up

Though I’ll pick up all the pieces of the dust

It takes time, to fix it up

Though I’ll pick up all the pieces of the dust

There’s nothing left of us

I hope that children get to know my name

But I hope that your heart can figure out the pain

I hope, I hope

You won’t let it go to waste

I hope, I hope