In such difficult times, every dream
The most representing a hope
As far as the voice pounces
A new dawn; propose to you.
Just another deception? But I bow
In plots where life reaches beyond
And try this change quietly
Winds in a brighter direction.
The gray hairs that I dominate demarcating
The loss of this struggle, and smuggling,
Still seek encouragement in utopias.
And they actually know little remains,
But I see some light in brittle crack
Fighting through the darkest hours...