</>A boulder lays on everymans stair
Be it big or small but it is there
Its how we cope with that stoic stone
That defines our life and makes our home.
The rock at Dillan's door was huge beyond belief
He could take what he was given, or he could wallow in his grief
Either one or the other, but he had a choice to make
Which way will he go, there is so much at stake
Will he shout and scream at God, with anger and with rage
Or call to Him for help, for strength and for courage
And trust that God will find a way to help him understand
Or will he turn his back, and curse, and be a bitter man
Let's try to bear our burdens brave, refrain from questions why
Its only when we ask for help, that we learn how to fly
Reach out, accept the hands that reach out unto you
We're here to help each other, that's the healing thing to do.
That boulder lays on everymans stair
Be it big or small but it is there
Its how we cope with that stoic stone
That defines our life and makes our home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem