Walking this path alone
It's hard sometimes I don't feel like doing it no more
Because at points it gets cold
But I'm doing it because that's my one true home
I was offered help
But I know this is something I got to do by myself
Soon the journey is going to end
Because I'm getting weak
But as soon as I reach your front gate I know I'm going to be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This responsibility that we have towards the family and home even we have to sacrifice ideals is wonderful..well written poem..10+