Hope, so fragile, that sometimes I hardly dare to breathe
in case thy own perception, in a blink, you decide to seal;
evasive, seemingly undecided, if to light us around the reefs
or, abandon, just leave us, without lantern, rudder and keel.

Still, as the morning star shivers through the mist
you are always there, bare, eternal, in thy solid faith
in us, in this, our irrepressible wish to survive and persist
so, to accept our love and gratitude, we do sincerely, insist.