Hand in hand
We keep the promise safe
Hidden like a treasure
Such rare treasure.
To deny a pleasure
Is not big sacrifice
Thinking 'bout old good times.
Step by step
We're passing through
The darkest nights
To the brightest days
Starting soon, so soon,
One could hear the laughter
Of the next good times.
Little by little
We're reaching at
The dreams we dare
To dream and pray.
Because prayers stick like glue
Merging hopes and truths
They really bring together
Angels with people.
20th June 2017, by MariaS
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