With each day that passes
The further I sink
Deeper I go and
I'm starting to think
That I can handle each problem
Like a tiny grain of sand
But it's too much to bear
With a mountain in my hand
Through the mud I trudge
Hoping to find a road
That will lead me back
To my way home
But as each day passes
My path is more lost
Am I willing to find it again
Whatever the cost?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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