The strength that i have is built strong,
The road that i have travelled has been long.
There was no shortage of tears!
But every one that fell from my eyes,
was the shedding of fears.
It is not a sign of weakness,
No; crying is the truth in strength.
every new pain and heartache
has been worth all the pain
The memories made and the people met
have led to the benefits of gain
wether I found a new friend in life
or i was able to let go of the strife
The good at the end is happiness
and through strenght i can accept the mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem