These ups and downs
These highs and lows
This darkness that haunts me
These dreams that won’t go
These paths, these crossroads
These thorns, these roses
Teach me how to hope
Even when the last door closes
I fight these fears
I stand tall and strong
I think I’m growing mightier
But alas! I am wrong
I fall down, I fall weak
I am blinded by rage
Battered and alone
In this dark cage
Lying in this hole
I now breathe my last
I look back at my life
These flashbacks, my past
I thank God for every word
I thank God for every tear
I thank God for every smile
I thank God for every fear
I try to recollect
Whatever it is that I can
Because all that happened
Made me who I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem