Youwill hear that the day is of pearls 
and the night a percussion of stars,
that the enemy's evil plays at misfortune
and sinks its claws into you when you least expect it

You will hear that the weapon of violence
is man's by nature, that the blue is just a line in the dawn

You will hear that there are voices that shriek with envy 
and pain is forever

You will hear that suffering never finds 
the safe conduct of justice
 
You will hear that freedom is an inverted illusion 
that sometimes leads you to doom

Of kindly greens are the mountains covered, 
and of dazzling colors of the twilight on the horizon

When the drought cloaks you with its furious garb,
there will always be glimmers of hope
in the reflections of some twilight
and in your thoughts        
You will Hear
As Goethe wrote: "How blessed is he in whom the fond desire to rise from the sea of error still renews hope! What a man does not know, he needs, and what he knows, he cannot use. But let not fickle thoughts cast their shadow O'er the calm beauty of this serene hour! In the rich sunset, see how brightly it shines."
@Noris Roberts