hope interlude

Guess in a sense I'm not that innocent I got holes in my plan And I keep on fallin' in I don't got the shovel I don't got the dirt But I still manage to spill it For I made this hurt Wish I could geyser myself Outta these pits I fell for But maybe the only pit there is Is hell, nah Keep thinkin' they're pit stops But maybe they're just-nots If I hit a wall, I ought to rock climb it And when I fall down I best get back on it Hope ain't for the weary-hearted Hope is The unbroken Spirit, Word