The Pursuit Of Hope

You are a wounded bird
Show that you are alive.
There is courage left in you.
Against your passion
Even the sky would ask you for refuge,
If you decide on something.

So what if luck isn't favouring you,
So what if the swords are broken,
Win the every battlefield
With the broken swords only...

Mounting these clouds of adversity,
Holding the collor of time,
You have to ask the address of victory.

Taking the moon and stars in your fist,
Crossing the limits of the sky,
Became separate from the cloud.
Your attempts will be successful,
When your insistence turns into a fire,
Burn away all your hopelessness..