A weak man won't cry.
A strong heart won't die.
A weak soul is full of pride.
A strong soul will survive.
With pride we all lose.
With humility our hearts bruise.
With love there is hope.
With hope we learn to cope.
In the end our hearts grow strong.
From each beat that plays our song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, really liked it. Good write.