The way's hard thru seas with playful waves.
It's like you can't be any brave.
Everything around slows your pace,
But this poem's made to give you faith.
Crowds of faces can't help to shake you,
Give you bleak, stinging views.
But they're just cynics with spells not true;
I worry not, I've known you so.
Earth-shattering bombs of words they throw.
Perish the doubts in this storm.
I tell you either way so you'll know..
The north star's still your own!
Remember the light reaching heaven?
It's now I'm contemplating.
Your tears ain't worth to flow this evening,
Be firm like what you taught me then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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