Where do we Go; when hope runs-out?
When we're empty; when there's nothing left.
And we try to call somone by the window side
And lo! there was no one
No words, No shadow
When words escape to share what we feel.
Though the eyes-bag fill with water
Then a solemn voice fights within;
Telling me: I'm alive
There's something more!
I don't wanna die
Cuz there's something invisibly more!
Even things we're living for;
Trust its Creator.
Have seen the great height
Have learn the race
Have seen the God, who create every human with pain and great joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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