Honestly she seemed to be just what he was.
And she was, as I discovered just that, true to henself.

I myself is a being, better enjoyed than understood.
But this person seemed to grasp, to get that I was Moore than blood.

And as the pink leaves of the cherry blossoms fell,
I sang and she'd began the saga of himself and that was to tell.

To tell about yourself can feel like a secret,
Wouldn't you agree? But anyhow I'm glad that you told me.

And from that day I didn't wanna loose you,
You seemed like a rare being,

And you are my dear, no mather what you may fear.

Just like your name suggests, a beacon.
For people not yet ready to cope.

This was the day I meet Hope.