When the stars fall asleep

And bade goodbye to the night

And pave way for the day

And give rise to pure light.

When the sun comes up

And thus starts a new morn

Somewhere, deep in the meadow

A joyous soul is born.

Her laughter is like bells,

Her smile is to keep,

Her glow is of pure joy,

Her mother's eyes, they weep.

She fears her child's life

For in this meadow is hidden

Hideous beasts in willow trees

And escaping is strictly forbidden.

Her mother does not fear the bear,

Nor does she fear the sprite,

She does not fear the howling wolf

Or the forest, devoid of light.

She fears the men

Hidden behind a glamorous mask

They trick and deceive

For that is their task.

The men in masks have smiling faces,

And sweet lips and twinkling eyes,

But behind those eyes lurks in darkness

Pleasure in torture and cackling cries.

These men in masks have dry humour

They don't have a heart and soul

They tear apart humanity

That is their role.

They see the frightful mother

Cradling her child to her breast

There are tears in her eyes

And somewhere deep in the meadow,

The nightingle sings of trouble from her nest.

The mother wipes her tears

And puts on a brave smile

As she calms her crying girl

And whispers, "I'll see you in a while".

She places her fussing baby

On top of the mossy rock

And watches the white wolf approach her

His eyes, they do not mock.

The white wolf,

Urges the mother to flee,

Assures her that her baby is safe,

Tells her to escape this melee.

And so the loving mother

Kneels in front of the men

And prays to god her sweet child

Is safe in the wolf's den.

The men in masks

Drag her back to the tower

And lock her up with Love and Kindness

And sweet blessing that the angels shower.

The mother sees the prisoners

And her heart, it cries

As she watches the men is masks

Burn down the blue skies.

They fill the dusk with smoke

And tear down the trees

Searching for her little girl

Who is as gentle as the spring breeze.

Now you must be wondering

What this little girl has done

To be hunted by the men in masks

Who so desperately try to reduce her glow,

As radiant as the sun.

You see this little girl,

Her name is Hope,

And as long as she lives the men in masks

Do not have the power to destroy this world

Which is a burst of colours,

A kaleidoscope.

And so even now,

Hope still thrives

In the hearts of people,

In so many different lives.

And as long as Hope is there

The men in masks cannot accomplish their task

For they are forced to kneel

In front of Hope's prayer.