Come out of the clouds , my only star of this darkest night called life.
I breathed with the hope of blowing some
air, so that my only star of this darkest night would burn brighter.
The star was shining so that it could see me breathing out the air which became its light.
This is what people call ‘hope’.
The hope which i got from it and it got from me.
The last gasp , i shall breathe out my soul and would come floating in the air to you
For a moment we would burn the brightest.
And then i will stay up and you would go down.
Now you shall breathe and i shall burn.
And what hope means , you shall learn
This is what life is at its last , nothing more than just a hope.