[female vocals] OUR
HOPE
Annishma →
Peter
Dennis
Achuba
[Very soft whisper] Peter
Dennis
Achuba…
It's
Annishma…
Don't
listen
to
my
voice
as
a
cry.
Listen
to
it
as
a
quiet
place…
A
place
where
love
is
still
breathing. ---
[Verse — almost whispered] Peter…
You
are
not
perfect.
Neither
am
I.
We
are
human…
Learning…
Falling…
Growing…
Trying
to
understand
what
our
hearts
sometimes
cannot
explain.
But
Peter…
I
want
you
to
know
something.
I
have
seen
the
good
in
you.
I
have
felt
your
kindness.
I
have
seen
the
man
behind
the
mistakes…
The
man
who
can
care…
The
man
who
can
give…
The
man
who
can
love.
And
that
man…
I
will
always
remember.
[Whisper] Peter
Dennis…
Annishma…
Two
names…
Two
human
beings…
Two
hearts…
And
somewhere
between
those
two
names…
There
is
a
story.
Not
a
perfect
story.
A
human
story.
A
story
that
has
known
laughter…
A
story
that
has
known
tears…
A
story
that
has
known
silence…
But
also…
Love. ---
[Chorus — extremely soft, no belting] Can
we
choose
love…
Can
we
choose
peace…
Can
we
choose
each
other…
Not
because
we
are
perfect…
But
because
we
are
human…
And
because
love
is
still
our
hope…
Peter…
You
are
my
hope.
Annishma…
You
are
my
prayer.
Peter…
Love
can
still
be
gentle.
[Whispered spoken section] Peter…
If
you
ever
wonder
what
I
see
when
I
look
at
you…
I
see
a
good
man.
A
man
who
has
his
battles…
A
man
who
has
his
weaknesses…
A
man
who
has
made
mistakes…
Just
like
I
have.
But
I
don't
want
to
remember
only
the
moments
that
hurt.
I
want
to
remember
the
moments
that
made
me
smile.
The
moments
you
cared.
The
moments
you
made
me
feel
safe.
The
moments
when
your
presence
felt
like
home.
Because
love
should
not
only
remember
the
wounds.
Love
should
remember
the
hands
that
once
held
us
together. ---
[Very soft chorus] Peter
Dennis
Achuba…
Annishma…
Maybe
we
don't
need
perfect
love.
Maybe
we
only
need
honest
love.
Patient
love.
Learning
love.
Forgiving
love.
The
kind
of
love
that
says… "
I
am
still
learning
you." ---
[Whispered names, separated by long silence] Peter…
Annishma… …
Peter
Dennis
Achuba… …
Annishma
Jeremie… …
Two
names…
One
hope… ---
[Final section — almost a lullaby] Peter…
I
don't
want
to
fight
you.
I
don't
want
pride
to
win.
I
don't
want
bitterness
to
become
the
final
chapter.
I
only
want
us
to
remember…
That
beneath
everything…
We
are
human.
And
beneath
everything…
There
was
love.
And
perhaps…
There
can
still
be
understanding.
Perhaps
love
doesn't
always
need
a
loud
voice.
Perhaps
sometimes…