Cope, Cope.
Don't lose hope.
Stretch out your arms,
Grab the rope.
Don't give up,
Hold on to hope,
And pull yourself up.
These words I always hear.
But why do they want me here?
What is so great?
Loosing hope, loosing faith...
I don't know what to say...
I have chosen to turn to grey.
Let the hope, and my problems,
Just fade away into their own
covert shades of grey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem