Antonio MachadoHope says: one dayyou will see her, if you will only wait. Despair says:all you have left of her is your bitterness. Beat, heart… The earthhas not swallowed everything.
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In the song Hope Says, Faith Hill is singing about a love that can never be forgotten. The love of a person is still there even after the person has passed away. Like a piece of art or a piece of jewelry, a person's soul can never be destroyed. Desperation says that you have nothing left of your loved one once they have passed on.
The heartache and pain of loss can never be erased from one's heart.Beat, heart ― The earth has not swallowed everything, meaning you have not lost everything that you love. You still have memories of your lost loved one.
Source: Campos De Castilla
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