M-ake it through the dark
I-n spite of life's misery;
K-ind weather will appear,
E-ver fine and so sunny.
V-oice from above will call,
I-n warm May seventh day;
L-isten to God's counsel,
L-et your doubt fade away.
A-fter the rain has gone,
N-ew of the sun shall start;
U-nder the wide blue sky,
E-arly morn shall soothe your heart.
V-erify the light that shines, life is not a walk in the park;
A-llow your mind and soul to make it through the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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