One day you will be the queen;
The other you will be the slave.
One day you will be shining bright,
The other you will be enshrouded with haze.
One day it will rain mercilessly;
Drenching you in its way...
But after this a rainbow will appear
Giving you hope in the hardest of days.
Some day your head will be held high
When you have conquered your way
On your face shall be a smile bright-
Brighter than the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem