Only if you could see past the shore,
You would know what I feel.
Only if you could hear the waves,
You would know what I feel.
Only if you could remove your veil of tenacity,
You could look beyond the window.
Only if you could see through convention,
You would know what I feel.
Only if you had faith in yourself as I do,
You could walk with me a while.
Only if you could see the colors as I do,
You could forget all the vile.
Only if you want to touch the sky as I do,
Then your desires would come alive.
Only if you could endeavor to know the way I see,
We could fly together more than a mile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem