the singer said it
pick those broken wings
learn to fly again
that drug hope delivered
failure they say
a detour on that road
that winding road to success
not on a silver platter
only the losers quit
winners have steely determination
getting up resiliently from the canvas
when staring defeat in the face
surmounting the challenges
keeping those dreams alive
fanning that fire of success
for the future is calling now
now feeling depressed and downhearted
light like a feather in a whirlwind
see the limitless pool of hope
the crowning moment shall come
there is no mountain too high
the determined reach the peak
the battle is not for the strong
not for the swift but those that endure
the dream is not in smithereens
that fire has not turned to ashes
the fanning must go on still
the crowning moment is at hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem