I am always hopeful
For better times.
In the distance they sing
Their bittersweet rhymes
Of hope and of passion,
And silence inside;
They sing of the planets,
The stars, and the tides.

I plough on through the dark
To their quiet song,
Try matching their sound,
Sometimes small, sometimes strong.
I'm determined to walk
For as long as it takes;
For those bittersweet songs
To yield what they take.