How many times will you rip me apart?
How many times will you crush my soft heart?
How many times will you push me away?
How many times will I have to pay?
How many times will you make my heart cry?
How many times will I have to try?
How many wrongs do I have to make right?
How much strength do I have left to put up the fight?
How much more can I take before I walk away?
How much patience is left to help make me stay?
How many more times will I hear you're alone?
How long to soften you're heart made of stone?
How long before I can have back your heart?
How much longer will it take to have a new start?
How much longer can I hold on to hope?
I am feeling that I'm at the end of my rope.
I will pray once again, that He'll help me fight.
To hold on one more day, and hold on one more night.
Hold on to a love, that she has let go.
In the hope what's now gone, can flourish and grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem