There's always hope...

Even when we, in some moments, think that all the doors are closed for us.
And that the day we'll find outside, is a day of tempest, which there is no chance of escape,
there's always a window, for small it can be, and a road that brights, even between the clouds,
where all of us can pass through and in wich we all can walk.

The hope is, definitly, the last to run aways from our heart.