Do you believe,
that somewhere there is some one,
all alone and sitting in the dark and in the cold?
At the crossroad,
where the moon light shows the tell tale fork,
the darkest nights, believe.
That for everyone who becomes lost,
and looking up it's you they found.
For every road their is one road, the road
where love is falling and the flower that is facing you.
Loving hands that brought you up.
I must believe this,
and believing in a new world.
Where all words are spoken of and there's no shouting.
Where all the children and each baby has green life,
never hearing someone hurting.
Look at the sky,
then look around at others walking by.
Then reach out if even with a word and if you can,
and if you can't then with your face it lets them know.
And they can tell when they smile back, do you believe.
or I, why it's you I believe,
believe and believing you and how it is that I believe in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always hope