I'm curious to see what type of hope is in me.
I've been cold for so long i believe in no happy songs.
everybody says there's a hope in me.
A hope that i will never see.
I lived in darkness all my life.
The wind, it cuts me like a knife.
I bleed the blood of pain and sorrow.
If i keep bleeding this way there will be no tomorrow.
I close my eyes and try to believe there's a beautiful hope that lives in me.
It seems now that my pain has come to and end.
I'm going to stop fighting for life i surrender.
So all those who told me hope was near.
Come visit my death site and hold your precious daughter Hope dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem