Don't you say that i've been
Leaning on to the blessed empyrean
Because keeping up the dreams
For ourselves is an eternal hope

Far away we hope for a day
Running through the bosky way
Living the life of our dreams
In a lucent isle in the middle of the sea

We hope not to be found at all
By the crooked ones that finds a way
Even through the tenebrous woods
Likely to fall with their gall to illude

Hoping for hope is tricking at times
Maybe we feel a little vexed
But hope is the best place
To make the dreams true