I think you've lost your mind to end this.
Your life isn't worth the payment of your pain.
You've lost your way and want to give up.
But I'll be here. I'll hold your hand 'till you need me.
I'll be the steps back to your life.
You've got your box of letters to god.
Everyone of them asking for something else.
You haven't realized you're the key to something else.
You've got to hold your own and let it unfold.
So I'll be here waiting for just that.
You'll find your way again, I'm sure.
You think you've lost it all but I'm here.
I'll be your armor for the moment.
Just go ahead on and walk.
You'll make it out okay, I promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem