All hope is gone,
gone you see
all hope is gone but
not my three.
If i hold on to them
just like I should I would
never be hopeless which
I think I should.
My three little stars
how they twinkle at night
twinkle with happiness
and shine so bright.
My hope I feel is coming
back to me when I look
upon those three.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem