I hope to find myself again,
breathing, and not crying.
I hope to suck in life,
standing, and not lieing.
I hope to love you,
smiling, and not frowning.
I hope to forget the pain,
truely, and not sinly.
I hope to have hope soon,
not singing, laughing, screaming.
But a whisper. The most you can get out of a prayer by air, by love, by my faith in you.
