The fight for the new tomorrow

Sometimes it starts with the red sunrise

sometimes we look only a way out of the crize

sometimes it begins at the very end of the day

when there is no one but us our tears to erase.

But each day, step by step while crawling

a loner strives to find her inner calling

with or without anyone around to give her hand

she does not let to break, only hardly to bend.

The new tommorow is not something we should wait

but a project depending on loners wiling to create

such leading a fight that never implies a war

such that opens the window when someone just closed the door.