SPRING OF HOPE
Melvin Banggollay
Go on, keep on canoing
Against tempest bellowing
even if waves are so high
like stairways up in the sky.
Afraid not, keep on sailing
amidst great trails unfading
even if hurdles steadily tie
your feet down for you to fly.
if sorrows keep on hurting
and never rest to set its sting
Never rest your wing to fly
without putting a fair fight.
Be not afraid, for their is hope
behind every darkest scope
If you have faith in the Lord
and believed you can behold
success as you carry your load.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
inspirational! good write...