In the flight of a bird,
there is hope.
In the smile of a child,
there is hope.
In the green shadow of a tree,
there is hope.
There is hope all around,
where the eyes can see,
as long as there's something good happening
in the world,
there is hope.
Hope for what? I ask, I want to know.
Hope for everyone to fulfill a role.
Is there hope for me? I just want to be given a chance
to do what I am meant for;
Is there hope for my words to be given enough room to fly?
Is there hope for words anymore in this life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes I ask myself the same question: is there hope for me? But I create it by just believing that things will only get better.