And the raging winds of change
Are blowing across the air.
For when realization hits home,
Another heart shall break.
Denial is a grand ol’ thing
But the frail rope of hope
May only tether you to the shore
Until its thin threads break.
And we must find our own way
In the spinning current of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem