Oh my hope, you're a hawk,
never flying in a flock,
always soaring alone.
Now you fall like a stone.
Pleas hold on! Spread your wings!
What tomorrow will bring,
never know. You must rush
through the clouds, bold and brash,
and forget this strange land
where a friend kills his friend.
let the wings lift you high
where birds cannot fly.
Don't despair, my flyer.
Touch the Sun, light your fire!
30.09.25
My Hope
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