The Dead Hope

The light that gleams on the palm, Flashes into my dull eyes, Eyes, that are dull, don't let it touch my heart, My heart is drowned in the dark shadows of sorrows, It wants the light of hope, of love and peace, What shall I do? When all hopes 've already died, The light that passes through the shivering green leaves, Does not reach my heart, only reflects on my eyes. Light is free, but not my heart, My heart is chained with the chains of despaire, The chains that bound it with force unkown, Will be broken someday, must be shattered I hope, I hope against the hope, though all the hopes are dead, Yes, I know! I know, that all hopes are dead... Hashim...