Unluckybolte
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Hope, the life pusher!
The dead souls were walking,
Heading towards the world,
Where live the human beings,
The hope that still exists in them,
To be considered alive,
To be loved as they were,
To be respected as others walkers,
To be let hope and live again!
Life has nothing else to do,
That is all the hope,
It pushes it forward,
And lets it not stop moving!
Dried trees stand tall,
They fall and lay large,
Nothing compels them,
Just the hope to reemerge green!
The dead souls were walking,
Heading towards the world,
Where live the human beings,
The hope that still exists in them,
To be considered alive,
To be loved as they were,
To be respected as others walkers,
To be let hope and live again!
Life has nothing else to do,
That is all the hope,
It pushes it forward,
And lets it not stop moving!
Dried trees stand tall,
They fall and lay large,
Nothing compels them,
Just the hope to reemerge green!
