say goodbye now
to all hope's lies
and clear your head
for better days

they are coming
dawn after dawn
they come budding
in colors and creations

it will not be
what was expected
nor what was promised
but what has to be

desiny never ends
its need to flower
no matter how seasons
change the landscape

a drop of rain
and then a flood
to turn Earth's face
toward sunlight

we hoped too hard
to stop time's hand
from touching us all
with its own blessing