Yes, there is still hope.

Your words are only a speck
In the meaning of those eyes
So much depth, so much beauty
Portrayed in a shadowed glory.

I wish I had a million plus one pieces
For this puzzle that never seems complete
I have so much to say
Phrases too bold for my tainted lips.

Look at me, hold your breath
This moment will soon be gone
I try to remember every second
Yet you only yearn to forget.

My fingers trace your stone hard face
Hoping the warmth may soften your heart
There is hope at the closing stages of this dead end
All you have to do is take my hand and look for it.