Withe each step the road may grow harder
the thorns ever more sharper
the dream seems to stretch even further
and your sadness grows larger
but keep on striving
keep on walking
tomorrow might be the day you will be winning
You may look on the horizon and all things look bleak
the harder you try the longer your cold streak
the harder you try
the longer your cold streak
but somewhere in all us of there is a champion
waiting to get their chance to shine on
keep on moving
life is for the living
Somewhere out there
someone looks up to you
someone wishes they could do like you do
you may have a fan or two
bit its only because
you were traveling in the past
and to the future you will
keep on striving
so strive on you must
For Shirley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem