hope.

like a beautiful countryside..

like an endless Christmas night..

I've always waited,all that long..

since i knew,that one song..

its been a legend,it always were..

but when i slept,i 'd dream of her..

her flying hair,her cooling sight..

her sky,her wind,and my heart's kite..

and one day then,when all was dark..

the smoke was flying,the heavens in spark..

every green bent,and looked up to see..

the changing roof,from yellow to free..

and then i felt,Wat I'd always dream..

she touched my face,and down it went..

she poured me down,in her pure arms..

i held her touch,in both my palms..

drenched in her,she felt like dope..

they called her rain,i called her hope.