The Writers' Circle

In your eyes I can see sorrow
Is it him that makes your hopes narrow 
Don't give up, life is full of tomorrow
Dreams will come true, then you will know

Let your pure heart be your armor 
Day and night feel the love of your creator
In His arms there is no great warrior
Black souls do defeat, all the more

Don't be afraid to take another's hand
A man like him deserves no fond
In due time the destiny will show 
He lost when he pushed you to go