All what we went through,
All what we faced,
All what we fought with,
All what we lost.
All what we quest for,
All what we cried for,
All what we departed for,
All what we lied for.
All what we needed,
All what we seek,
All what we buried,
All what we cherished.
Everything we exhausted,
Everything we failed to do,
Every past mistake and illusion we thought could be real.
Some say it’s a matter of time.
Time, we’ve been waiting for it for long.
Where could it be?
Where could it be facing?
Where could it have gone
That has not made it come?
Some superstitions,
Some illusions,
Some repercussions
That made us weary.
All what we went through
Was not a game,
Was not a joke,
Was neither food nor water
Like as if we enjoyed it.
All what we faced and passed through
Pushed us to the limit.
But with hope,
We moved hardly,
Little, little, and by little.
