In yester days, and yester weeks

You never thought to agree with me

Neither did I you

But here comes a raging force

With the power for unity in diversity

Hope is it that unites us

Sprouting in our souls without permission

With no boundaries, it thrives

Even in the abysmal abyss, it blossoms

For what is to life,

Without hope

What is survival,

If we don’t refine our values.

For the yester years and yester months,

Is where we learn our mistakes and forge our front.