I Still Dare To Hope ft. Solaria (SynthV Original)

If you were wanting a dark pop/electronic song and got bamboozled by banjos and mandolins... my condolences. I do what I want.
That being said, just think of this song as the anthem for a southern grandma who talks about nothing but death. (That's me, I'm the southern grandma).
In a world of pessimism and darkness, will you still dare to hope?
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Lyrics
I'm only just a branch
I ain't the Vine
I raise my unclean glass
And toast to good wine
Hope I go with style
I hope I go with flair
And maybe if I'm lucky
I'll be caught up in the air
Black feathers flicker by
A murder of crows
Lead our loud parade
to where no one knows
I guess I think a lot
about eternal sleep
I wait with bated breath
for my crown to keep
Love the sound of church bells
Behold the Mourner's cry
With each ticking of the clock
I look up to the sky
By drowning, car, a gun and knife
or hanging by a rope
I'll still look Death right in the eyes
And I still dare to hope
I'll trade my mourner's clothes
For robes of white
I'll never know the time
Like a thief in the night
I dance on brand new feet
Discard the sinning hands
And one day, when I'm raised right up
I'll dine with the Lamb
"Behold you Son of Man
Can these dry bones live?"
Suppose, Lord, that they can
It's your breath you give
Oh, even when it's gone
Yeah, I'll still learn to breathe
Don't weep beside my bed
There's no need to grieve
Love the sound of church bells
Behold the Mourner's cry
With each ticking of the clock
I look up to the sky
By drowning, car, a gun and knife
or hanging by a rope
I'll still look death right in the eyes
And I still dare to hope
Prepared my wedding clothes
I'm bequeathed all in flames
I'll laugh forevermore
and twirl like a dame
Let the trumpets blow
Let people prophesy
Let's wipe our tears forevermore
And vow to never cry
"So do not be afraid
I'm right by your side."
I'll dance upon the breeze
And smile wide
So lead me to the rest
To pastures of green
Where the waters are still
Where the stones sing
I love the sound of church bells
Behold the Mourner's cry
With each ticking of the clock
I look up to the sky
By drowning, car, a gun and knife
or hanging by a rope
I'll still look death right in the eyes
And I still dare to
Love the sound of church bells
Behold the Mourner's cry
With each ticking of the clock
I look up to the sky
By drowning, car, a gun and knife
or swinging on a rope
I'll still look death right in the eyes
And I still dare to hope