Your face is...
hidden
withered by endless pain
You cry
But no one notices
cuz it is washed by the rain
You chose to run
to a land...far away
You don't have the courage
to face your enemies
the Rose I have known
Now looks like a thorn
Don't ask my help
all I can offer are these hands
these hands, rugged and hard
Don't ask my advice
I am no oracle of Delphi
I am not wiser.
but...
if only...
If only you had a little
...faith
You could shape your
...fate
rewrite your
...destiny
Open up your mind
I know it is not over
Don't give up the fight
Stand erect
I know you will make it
All you need to do is...... Believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I frankly like this poem. There's somehow sincere and well written