We see hope in our eyes,
A hope to be like them,
A hope to dress like them,
Yes, a hope to glow in nice garments,
A hope where fate can battle for us,
Fate,
It gave us a life we never wanted,
A life where our pictures are a portrait of grief,
A life they see as a museum of the hopeless,
A life where the basic wants appear luxurious to us,
A life where hope must be renewed,
We are racing on,
Racing on to the line of prayers and winnings,
For a hand that receive must give,
Give back what they gave us with love,
Though the source appear far but we must light it,
For fate must finish this battle with hope,
The light must light
©️Jay❤️
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