Our tears screamed the despair
The morning did not bring hope,
Although the sun shines timidly,
The clouds covered the dreams,
Fallen and abandoned, we are nothing,
And nothing is without will, without strenght,
Maybe, maybe this is the destination
Of great women and men,
Get lost in the endless days and nights
For, who knows, lead others and others
To find a firm path
To build from the ashes
One world, one hope.
The despair and darkness of some
Are the hope and light of others.
Our turn will come.
Paula Cristina Franco
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