For each of us that someone will find you.
Have hope there's a purpose under heavens plan.
In time love will find a way.
Each day each dawn is unknown to us.
So many people have longing to be seen and loved your not alone.
Dream about the days to come hope is about faith and fate.
Springtime comes around eventually and winter's always end.
We are like streams moving into the ocean's.
The waters shine bright and we are no longer on an island.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem