Sitting by the window my mind soars high,
Wondering what life will be in the realm so nigh,
Grasped by the hands, towering wishes go wry,
Challenging my dreams nurtured between thousands of miles.

I stood up and held my head up high,
Though perturbed and worried, hopes really make me smile,
My wishes are like the bright beads of the sand,
Countless they may seem, surely one will win by God's loving hand.


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