Hope

There was this little snowdrop, hidden in the snow, awaiting the spring's bell.

Every morning, when the darkness fell, the little snowdrop awaited sun's yell.

The wind was shaking ever so much, so strong that would shivered your spine

Under the pine, there was this little snowdrop, the small flower Alpine.

How did it end I will not tell, because if you have still hope locked in you heart,

you know this part.