THE HARDEST PART OF HURTIN’
(IS THE HOPE)

It ain’t the sense
There’s some things that
Never should have been
Or the questions you ask
Over and over again
It ain’t the memories
Or the money
Or what all that you lost
Or the time you take
Wonderin’ where you got off
It ain’t the shock
When you see
How bad you’ve been broke
The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope

Misery will cloak you
Like a blanket
When you’re lyin’
All naked and exposed
It ain’t somethin’
Worn so much
For the warmth
As just for somethin’
For coverin’ up
The cold
But it ain’t the shame
Or the stitches
You’ve chosen for a coat
The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope

They say it ain’t
The fall that kills you
It’s the stop
When you finally
Reach the end
But the pain
Ain’t in losin’ your life
It’s in findin’
The will to live
It’s the burn
In your skin
When you reach
Out for the rope
The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope

It ain’t the wonderin’ why
Of all you’ve been done to
Or the wishin’ there were
Things you hadn’t done
It ain’t the bleedin’
When you’s the one
Took the bullet
Or the fury
When you’s the one
Firin’ the gun
It ain’t the guilt
Or the sorrow
That gets you the most
The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope

Well you’d done it all different
If only you’d a known
Now you’re battered and beaten
And left all alone
Well you could
Lay down your life
And cash it all in
If you think
It’s gonna end
The sufferin’
But is isn’t
So you don’t
And you just have to cope
The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope

The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope
The hardest part of hurtin’
Is the hope

Copyright © Scott Gibson