23 A Whit of Hope

A whit of hope is in my head 
to chance to come to unforgotten land 
I know that I 'll be a stranger there 
And my naive dreams will disappear 

But there's the sorrow 
there's a pain 
that frets my soul 
every day 
that once I lived there 
once I loved there 
that once I thought I never would forget that place. 

April 1994, Kiev.