Hope | 8/99

I feel sorry for you
you, who is a waste.
You are in a state of blue
gone are the dreams you've chased.

You feel very sorry
you, who always asked why
keep walking~ don't tarry
find your rainbow in the sky.

Don't let your fears stand in the way of your dreams
overlook the many miles.
Don't open the doors to screams
open them to smiles.