where hope? \ aiad al khayat

 where hope?

It grows on my senses
You do not know who I am
When the bird is awareI am who I am
No matter how miserable you areI'm still
Life problems
Made of dirt
And the moon hates sun 
They plant a tentIn broken tendons
There is none among us
An innocent person
where Hope ?
I traveled to the ocean 
to make the world go round
to the Hope
the bird fell in the valley
has no way to escape
since my life ended in darkness