So many things in life,
Make you rethink living;
So many things in life,
Trick you into believing..
Believing in hope and faith,
Two things I could never grasp;
Believing there's no hope for escape,
It's coming way too fast.
Misery, as some would call it,
Constantly testing your will;
Tests your will to climb out of the pit,
Seeing if you can climb up the hill.
But, at the top of that climb,
Awaits that beautiful dove;
At the top is that perfect sign,
The sign of love.
Just climb as hard as you can,
Make your way to the top;
So you can reach out and grab the hand,
The hand that will make your heart stop.
Never give up on anything,
Even if you're at the end;
Fight past everything,
Soon, everything will start to mend..
Mending pain with healing,
Bringing healing to love;
Love pushes through anything,
When push comes to shove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem