Hope is the music of God

Paths are all destroyed
After years of my choice
Of staying far
From this part
Of me

I catch some berries for
Create a good poison
To make me warm
In the so long
Winter

I leave in the wood
The hope for tomorrow
So that like the wood
Can grow and follow

The seasons of the life whatever
Could happen in the other levels
Hope is the music of God

I see that my shoes
Are full of mud
I imagine boots
They can become

The attitude thorough which we think
Can change the moment we live
Hope is the music of God

Dreamer I have been
In my past beliefs
So now I return
Where I was born
Today

I leave in the wood
The hope for tomorrow
So that like the wood
Can grow and follow

The seasons of the life whatever
Could happen in the other levels
Hope is the music of God

I see that my shoes
Are full of mud
I imagine boots
They can become

The attitude thorough which we think
Can change the moment we live
Hope is the music of God