When you see me along with
My head hung in strife
Will you offer a helping hand
Are
Will you rejoice from all this
Sorrow I carry..
Will you sit with me in the wee
Wee
Hours in the early morning
Dawn.
Holding my heart through the
Toughest of times
Wiping away my tears..
Will you stay?
And say, we will ride these
Old tribulations through as
One..
And
Will be there in these desperate
Times..
We will not falter! !
Are, will you be as a strong
Gush
Of wind blowing in a rapid
Stream..
To just disperse
Into an invisible state as
Quickly as you blew in
You blow back out again..
Are will you be as that old
Running spring..
You think it had only dried to
Dirt..
But comes back with a mighty
Gushy
To quenches your thirst with
The sweetest, coolest dip of
Water..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem