Hold on they told you
It'll work out in the end
It's okay to walk out i tell you
Closing your eyes won't bend
Your tears course
It's perfectly fine to give up
Some things are never meant to work out
Great things may await if we stop
Forcing that which is never meant to be
Is it not when a river stops flowing that it becomes a dam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem