when the soil stops to feed our fall?
it´s so fine in its winter coat, frozen
when the light stops to give us new hope?
can we make it without hope?

a young pair holding hands
holding hands and they have
pure trust for each other
for the promise they´ve made

the first steps of a child
the sweet scent of spring
a strong faith for the goodness of man
power of will

still, broken and helpless she lies
on a journey all without a guide, no strength
she´s beyond all that what can be seen
I can still take her palm and sing

sing while she sleeps
sing that old song she knows
which for long
for long has been left unsung

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