If you find yourself on the sea
And the ship borrows the sea's cap
And you think you will sink
Down the sea, you'll see yourself.
If the world comes with its storm
And your thought is destructively reform'
You will have no way out
'Cos you think yourself doomed.
Will is a tool of the mind
A chemical meant for mind's energy
Either to succeed or be defeated
It all depends on how you see yourself.
Life is one with two sides
One side glides to success
The other to defeat
It all depends on your Will
Those who win are those,
WHO THINK THEY CAN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel you brother, you are a preacher
Thank you.