We may call hope a different name,
In times of sorrow and despair,
And yet our dreams are just the same,
And through our hearts the same blood flows.

 

Our souls may sing a different tune,
When love to us its joy will bring,
Yet above us shines the only moon,
And through our hearts the same blood flows.

 

The words that leave our lips at night,
With our hands enclosed in prayer,
Will make our spirits just as light,
And through our hearts the same blood flows.