When the sun rises every day, <br />There is hope. <br />When the rivers flow to their destination, <br />There is hope. <br />When birds begin their flight to places, <br />There is hope. <br />When the moon lights up the night time, <br />There is hope. <br />For an explorer, in search of Utopian land, <br />There is hope. <br />For each flower that blooms, <br />There is hope. <br />For every child born, <br />There is hope. <br />Before every battle, <br />There is hope. <br />For every drop of rain that falls on earth, <br />There is hope. <br />But when I fall down in the steps of life, <br />Is there any hope? <br />Is there any hope of getting up and walking again? <br />Is there any hope I will reach my destination like the rivers? <br />Is there any hope I will shine bright like the sun? <br />Is there any hope of me finding the Utopian land? <br />Is there any hope that I will bloom like a flower? <br />Is there any hope that I will win the battles of life? <br />I have no hope. <br />So I lie quite and still, <br />So that the world can play with me, the way it wants, <br />So that I can find this thing called hope sometime, somewhere in my life.<br /><br />Wini Jose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-639/
