I stand at the bottom
And look up at the top
Will I die under my mountain?
Will I climb and touch the clouds?
Starry eyes will go far
But will there be strength to match?
The path is filled with twists and turns
Uneven, filled with cracks
Will determination win a battle
Or will we fall back down again?
Starry eyes will go far
But will they carry me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem