Don't let the fact you're banished...
Cause you damage.
To become vanished...
From those heights that delight.
Know that others also can make claims,
Of having once a name that brought them fame.
Oh and they managed...
To get over it.
Yes they managed...
Not to split their wrists.
Know that others also can make claims,
Of having once a name that brought them fame.
Oh and they managed...
To get over it.
Yes they managed...
Not to split their wrists.
Pull yourself together.
Use that bone in your back.
Pull yourself together.
Start again making tracks.
Don't sit but get up like you did before.
Why split your wrists?
Pull yourself together.
Use that bone in your back.
Pull yourself together.
Start again making tracks.
Don't sit but get up like you did before.
Why split your wrists?
Get over what you did to do much more.
With a seeking higher heights few can ignore.
Make yourself the one who stays elated.
And appreciate it.
Don't let this be debated.
Make yourself the one who stays elated.
And appreciate it.
Don't let this be debated.
Make yourself the one who stays elated.
And appreciate it.
Don't let this be debated.
Let faith be the master of your fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful piece.