In life,
We all get chances
To mend the wrong ones
To open our eyes to see the truth
To understand what's worng and what's right
We all tend to think that life is unfair
That it brings misery
It sets a fire and bruns down all those precious memories
Leaving one in darkness
Or in pain
As humans,
We complain for everyh single thing
We turn the blind eye towards what's beautiful
Ingnore the one who loves us
Deserts everyine we know to get what we want
We tend to find mistakes done by others,
Yet avoid finding mistakes done by ourself
We arent perfect
No one is
We are not Angels
Or God and Goddess
All im saying is,
Dont just regret and cry
Stand up and fight
Prevent the wrong
Because..
Its never too late..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem