All the things I want to say
Are all started with a word on a page
dont know where I am going
I dont know what to say
sure don't know what I will find
Its hard to go for the path worth choosing
If the path is hiding
beyond the brush of grief
and through the trees of fear
So I guess I will start this path
With all that I hold dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some times, it's hard to say hello; because your not sure what will follow.