Ode on Tomorrow

When the little rays of hope get torn,

When the glee days of spring overshadowed by mourn.

When the tide of sorrow touches my toe

When all my friends become foe.

When going to the ground I find our own

When surrounded by thousands beside of none.

Like the lost ship embarked in the middle of the sea

To reach the shore, to just get over thee.

I keep on searching in the oblivion

Search like you; just for a companion.

I search for love, for cordial aid

When I've hands, it must be accompanied.