Glory, glory,
Better days are here;
Gradually, finally;
Tough times begin to fade,
My whipped back is beginning to heal
And troubled soul, to rest;
Haunting and taunting
I have left far behind;
As I journey toward my glory place,
Better days are here;
I can see better days ahead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem