“What is my goal,
what is my task,
what is my path through life?

Must be this trail
I thread upon,
bringing hope to strife ...

I was born with memory
of the future world,
the one of love and reverie,
the one that once got sold ...

I cried and shrieked,
a little girl,
when losing sight of you,
disbelief at desert land
that I was to walk through.

Rivers, they again will flow,
skies just open roads,
hearts of men again will glow,
light-immersed abodes.”