They say life is a test
The pain makes you humble
They make you or they break you
So you better not crumble
Fall down seven times, get up eight
Get up and move like it's a fumble
Dying to live and living to die
Don't get buried in the rubble
'Cause the pain never ceases
All this suffering is an endless cycle
And you just keep on pushing
Thinking there's an end to this struggle
Hoping one day you'll get to see
When things fall into place like a puzzle
And that hope is always there
A faith like light at the end of a tunnel
But what if you can't make it
When you finally burst like a bubble
When you realize you pray so hard
Just to have your misery and pain doubled
When you try to be good
Only to get into more trouble
It's like the more you try to be careful
The more that you will stumble
You'll realize there is no point
An illusion to a meaningless struggle
Then you'll understand hell isn't for the weak
'Cause it is to be enjoyed by the evil
2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem