On ever road and path,
There are possibilities.
Things may go wrong or even right,
But you have to hold on tight
Here or there at every corner,
You have new opportunities.
May you go right or left,
But what matters is to whats best.
So many possibilities to find where you belong.
Yet you may have aready known all along.
And as the yeats have gone by,
With emotions running high,
You still have possibilities nearby.
This is to the one who has broken yet mended my heart: Bryan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem