What if it all came to nought
And there was no silvery tomorrow
What if the future could not be bought
And everything ended in sorrow
What if all the binds and ties meant little
As if we never held hands at all
What if all we thought solid was brittle
When we have to answer the call
What if there was no hope or laughter
As if no tears had ever been cried
What if there was nothing to follow after
And it had all been a meaningless ride
What if it was all just a magic delusion
With life a trick of the light
What if all that existed was confusion
And a dreary never ending night
But ask me to give up my vision
And place optimism on sale or return
That would be asking me to give up my spirit
Which still so fiercely burns
So whether or not there is another day
On which my hopes are pinning
What matters is thinking that I'll find a way
And view the end as just the beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem