Sticking with my eyes,
With a sticking to see...
That a confirmation sticking to my faith,
Is the key.
Sticking to a licking taken I may receive...
Gets a mending healing quicker,
With belief I don't leave.
Sometimes,
My mind gets so tired from a not getting rest.
And often I am stressed without a sleep I don't get.
And sometimes...
I feel so weak,
With my feet feeling numb...
But a negativity will not come with that done.
Sometimes,
My mind gets so tired from a not getting rest.
Sometimes,
I am so stressed without a sleep I don't get.
Sometimes,
There is a weakness that comes right over me...
That gets me on my feet to fight off negativity.
Sticking with my eyes,
With a sticking to see...
That a confirmation sticking to my faith,
Is the key.
Sometimes,
My mind gets so tired from a not getting rest.
Sometimes,
I am so stressed without a sleep I don't get.
Sometimes,
There is a weakness that comes right over me...
That gets me on my feet to fight off negativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice! I loved it! thanks