WHISPERS OF HOPE

The shadows of that dream are fading, 

In the darkness of time.

 Like a lamp in a pitch-black corner, 

A lamp of hope, belief, and desire,

In a time of misery and despair.

I remember a story you once told.

A tale of two bears.

One embodies light and hope, 

The other embraces darkness and despair.

I fed the one filled with hope and light, Believing my days will shine so bright.

It's that hope which keeps me alive, 

The hope that nurtures my belief,

That you'll return to my life.

You lead me to the door I've never seen before.

Door of a room I’ve never been before.

Hoping the room is filled with light and joy,

Yet pouring silence in the space between us.

The room was empty, echoes the past.

Whispering the agony which ever last.

In the vacant space. I found my way.

Admiring the stillness and not to runaway.

Now, the room is filled with hope and dream.

Through the corridor of time, I walk alone.