Lonely, on
road to new lands,
I move,
with horses, swift and gallant,
I am hope,
the survivor,
I live to
conquer, to rise higher.
Down in the
muddy streams,
I breathe
out lofty dreams,
I am wish,
the industrious farmer,
I live to
grow, to spread farther.
Fluttering
in the womb of a mother,
I survive,
oblivious of every danger,
I am life,
an untainted new-comer,
I live to
love, to wish, to hope.
