We reach a hoping hand;
a voice within is telling us
that all we wish and stand
is not a memory in wind and dust.
A friendly gesture, a gentle smile,
a warming hug in times of need,
a nicely letter coming in a distant time
are all the hopes and wishes that we greed.
A life in vain is wasted
when vanity and pride are tasted.
Sometimes we have the false belief
that this is everything we should achieve.
I wish I could be strong
so I can give a piece of help
to all for everything they long;
to you for everything you need.