Even if the day is not what we’ve suspected,
And we’ve been frequently rejected.
We must not stop trying,
Cause that’s when we start dying.
Inside you will only grow pain,
Flowing like blood trough every vain.
Although things can be as black as the night,
Just don’t be foolish enough to give up the fight.
Learn to hold on and endure,
Everything will come clear and of that I’m sure.
And remember life is like a bird,
He doesn’t give up even if he gets hurt.
For its not how high he fly’s with wings,
But what he achieves with the song he sings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem