I don’t think it’s fair
It isn’t fair you’re back there
Back in the hospital again
Going trough the same thing as then
You were just doing fine
You almost crossed the finish line
Picking up the life you left behind
The life that used to be so kind
Nobody said life would be easy
You might even say life is sleazy
The way life turns will never know
We can’t predict the future although
But, you will feel something’s wrong
I know you’ll make it because you’re strong
Strong enough to make it trough
Just keep on believe in you’re self, like I keep believing in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem