Everyone is weak
Everyone is brave...

When I get up in the morning
Woken by the sunbeams...

I am still waiting for the dawn
Sitting on my bed...

Anger and hope
Comes along...

Your eyes speak volumes
And you show everyone...

Maybe my dream
Will lead me back to you...

The pride so many men were led by
So many tribes were built of...

Somewhere in another country
In another time and era...

Being together with you
is like being close to the sun...

This poem is about the time after the stock market...
Dedicated to Judith Lennox's "The Winter...

It weren't the different epochs
Of our history of humanity...

Prejudices are mostly rumors
which people driven by jealousy and greed...