I see life in my dying dreams..
I see a way to my lost hope..
I see the light shines like beams..
on the dark side of my life they drop..
The time will come when the life will smile back to me..
To tell me that happiness can exist..
Be free to be what you want to be..
Come what may, the suffering will not persist..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem