When life becomes tragic and all there is stress
I keep going even though I've turned into a huge mess
I know someday I appear to be there
Cause when I'm looking around and I just can't think,
I see the future reaching out to me
There are so many things in life that I have not seen,
many things that I wouldn't ever dream
That's why I wanna keep going when I feel too tired
Why I take another step when I know I'm too weak
When I go farther then what I thought I ever could
I think of tomorrow and of never letting go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written...one step forward learning a little each day with each step...it's lovely...nice write Clara ~^..^