In this road we make a promise
that we'ill never quail and never scary;
for the glory to come and we hold
pillar of faith and to never weary
there's battles to fight,
there's something of thine
there's candle to light
for the glory to shine.
there's something to strive
these dreams must not die,
there's something to be alive
behind the bed you lie.
there's something to free
there's mountains to move,
there's something to stay
and somethings to lose.
move keep going
stand and strong,
there's something to know
in order not to go wrong.
no rosy road to glory
no easy road to fame,
but patience has a power
not to feel the same.
these road we must move
with faith, determination and hope,
dumb and don't be distracted by the noise in market
focus to achieve your goal.
in this road we make a promise
that we'ill never quail and scary,
for the glory to come and we hold
the pillar of faith and to never weary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@ 24 UR SO WISE I WENT DOWN a 3000 ft deep shoot quarry and in the darkness when I saw electricity I SAW GOD in realiy