His hopes...
Have all been swept away by the wind
Like autumn leaves foretelling the freezing season
The winter has come for him
Pain curses his dreams
Too late to move
Too late to live
But even in the depths of despair
He still can see something there
Desire's blazing ghost
However he´s still awaiting for the sign
The mistery is revealed in glory
His soul´s in a permanent state of bliss
It is the visionary...hope
The gleam of your eyes
And the charm of your smile
Are my only joy
They solely can enchant me
In the ecstatic contemplation
Of this visionary...hope
