17/03/2024
With our hopes high and shoulders more strong, we shall stretch our hands to the weak. We shall share a bowl of our harvest with those who believed in us and those who believed in the dream.
One day the moon and the sun will be on our side. The mistakes we made will be erased, only a memory of them and lessons learned kept.
We will blow our trumpets and play our violins to the sound of a good orchestra. We will walk on our bare feet, not afraid of the broken glass on our path.
We know goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives. Our stories shall be written in the hearts of those who care, as we care for them too.
We shall gaze upon the river and not look back, not even when we cross the stream.
