Make it simple
It was no way
That you tried to go away
Find path for future
Without making it sure
The soul was made shaky
With no certainly
In approach
To reach destination
You had no will
And powerful instinct to kill
That made you weak
And you were not able to speak
It was instinct
That tried to instruct
And find real path
But you had no powerful breathe
So search in
Try to see soul's role in win
Make simple drive
And you shall survive
So search in Try to see soul’s role in win Make simple drive And you shall survive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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