winds of hope will blow.

Even though you're hurt;

son, take heart.

Do not wail,

some day all will be well.

Confront today with a jolly face

and before destiny present your case.

They say it's all predetermined.

This sucks, our efforts are undermined;

when we can't move for fate's sake,

and our pure dreams to the gutters we take.

Listen and rise up for tomorrow,

dust your knees, stand tall and you'll grow.

Even though you're broken, again

rise up, face the sky, float like a plane-

to your destiny the winds of hope will blow,

fate and tomorrow will embrace, shine and glow.

Shed tears to the core of your heart,

they build strength to battle the hurt.

Bunguswa Writes.