All-hopes coffee, striving tribe
And ways all opened, with no guide,
Where sudden looks make stars ignite
And dance in gravitating tides.

I wish this year back to me,
Desire moments, friends and keys,
That never lost their fairytale,
No matter what the present's selling.

A brink of smile, wish for lots,
A shear passion back from God.
I wish He would have answered prays
And helped us meet with no delays.

But time has passed, at ice I stood.
Your heart has darkened, poisoned-glued,
Which makes me wonder, widen-eyed:
The God was right when us denied...