I forgave your short comings
And ignored your childish behavior.
Laid a kiss on your head and before I left said,
“Stay away from fleeting failure.”
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 to battle, I must not be weak.
And give us your strength, world, your food and your water,
For I am your savior, your last serving daughter.
There’s hope in the air, there’s hope in the water
But no hope for me, your last serving daughter.