Shout a song in the storm,
When winter season comes by
When mountain is high
And hope is passing you by.
Shout a song in the storm
When life is unpredictable
When tomorrow is blur and in a haze.
Life is sometimes a maze.
Shout a song in the storm
In the valley of drought
behold! The rain will end.
Your sorrow will be mend.
The spring will come forth
The sun will rise
The storm will end
Your valley will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most beautiful, write tess, thank you for sharing.