I see no hope no mirage to console no stars to guide no rainbow to comfort
moving in the valley valley of grief streams of tears dewdrops of sweat forward and forward passage not ending up above skies shooting down the umbrella of dark clouds
at an unknown fraction of moment i hear the thunder and flashes of lightning to ignite hope again for the showers of joy & peace oh! that mirth is my dream and i drenched in that dream
thrusting, hoping, living that it ill be true one day