Hope was never meant to beA future shared alone,As life cannot be won or lostIt was never ours to own.

Know yourself, not a face, in love, a deeper grace.

I wish for all who look for Gold,Shall find one letter less,A world where trying always wins,And leaves the loser blessed.

Is it not enough to shine,To know that friends are true?That love is born of friendship,And who you are is you?

Spread your wings. Fly as far to know who you are.