In the silent hours of the night
When all seem truly darkest
And hope might have flown away
Through the window you left open
Then upon the inky sky
Alone and in greatest majesty
A shooting star will swiftly pass by
Anew crying out bright words of hope
Alive the seeds fall to the ground
Long parched by bitter despair
Softly as summer rain in drops
Feeding thirst and hunger
High up in the sky voices rise
The heart alight with visions
Deep trust what will come
Once again is kindled.
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