What is living without hope?
It is, an artist without his art,
A painting without colours.
What is living without faith?
It is, a song without the tunes,
And dance without music.
What is life without belief?
It is a story without characters,
A story without words.
Oh, the robbed hope is back again,
The hope which I had always lived by,
The hope which my spirit held so dear,
It has come out of its hidings.