Got to break free from these woe’s,
like ivy strangling loves mistletoe.
Though fate’s hand may have been dealt
it will pass and therefore I must think positive and wait.
I’m not afraid of being enveloped by a shadow of gloom,
for I dance to a different cosmic tune.
And, as fate can change, like the weather,
sometimes turbulent, or soft as from a breeze of a feather,
the sun will always be there to guide me – even in the darkest of times.
Leading me along a path where spirits grow and stars always shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem