The eyes of new hopes are
Still in search of goodness,
White feather of desire
Oscillates in stroms and thunders,
The mighty, the one who destroy the nature
Peaks try to take them all.
Round and round all around the planet
Both measures the same,
Press of claws, lines of sonet.
From sunrise to sunset
No home, only house.
Thinks the miracle will happen
All the small logs together in.
So the eyes of new hopes are
Still in rearch of goodness…