The wind is cold, but it turns to silence
And the night, it not stays
And the morning got to start shining
Today I’m happy for the little I have
Today I’m happy for the little I have
She still stands in the doorway
And welcome us in
But can all this dirt and mud and mire
Prevent us coming in?
Can life’s poisons be stronger then the cures?
Can nobody’s curse be stronger then life’s blessing?
Can life and you accept it or do you come to fight?
Can you feel from her over you?
Do you come to let her go?
Or hold on to love?
The wind is cold, but it turns to silence
And the night, it not stays
And the morning got to start shining (because)
Today I’m happy for the little I have
Today I’m happy for the little I have
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem