There are four of it.
its full of you,
you and everything about you.
A glass of hope,
its all you,
us and the green grass.
A glass of tears,
its all were about you,
about us,
about the wrecking ship.
And a glass of faith,
its yet to be full,
its me and life to come,
I must tell you, you aren't here.
I'm not sure about us in future,
but I'm sure I'm giving up.
Maybe when tomorrow come I won't remember any of other glass but this.
