Belief In A Young Branch

a shudder covered my body
when I saw your eyes cold and empty. I can't see hope in your eyes but just a frightened child. you were the only who brought hope in my heart. you were the last one of the dying race. the melody left our bodies. the melody of hope. the melody of our walk. a walk of cold and empty eyes. hope was killed. lost in my walk I met a child. he is the reason, his hopeful eyes. the reason to walk again, the reason to walk further on. I can see hope in their eyes. not only a frightened child. you were just a young branch on an old dying tree but the child, he is the reason, his hopeful eyes. the reason to walk again, the reason to walk further on. I can see hope in their eyes not only a frightened child you were the only who brought hope in my heart. you were the last one of the dying race. the melody is in our bodies. the melody of hope. the melody of our walk. a walk of happy and hopeful eyes. we are back in our walk. we are the children. we are the reason. hope is alive. the old tree will die, but the young branch will remain alive and a new tree will grow.