If you find it somewhere
Please hold it gently,
And bring it back to me,
Gently because it’s fragile
And before you’d even know
It might slip from your hands,
Then it will become difficult to find a new.
Because it’s not as easy to keep it as they say,
“Hope” is beautiful but hard to keep
Just like a dew.
So if you find it somewhere,
Please bring it back to me,
Because I had it once
Now it’s nowhere to be found,
The pieces of my lost hope,
Somewhere making this sound.
This sound that keeps me awake all through the night,
Giving music to the eerie silence that is already there;
Once that was all shiny and beautiful,
Now that it’s lost,
This hope has turned into despair.