Abdullah Musa

For every sickness
you have to bear
For every song
you cannot hear
Hope has a son

For every angel
with a broken wing
For every dove
that cannot fly
Hope has a son

For every sea
you cannot see
For every ocean
you have to sail
Hope has a son

For every victory
that died in vain
For every game
you lost again
Hope has a son

For every favor
you have to kneel
For every love you grip that frailed
Hope has a son

For every weep
that make you weak
For every snow
that makes you weary
Hope has a son