Can't quite say how things go so wrong,
And for sure don't know, how so little ever goes right.
People think one is the dark,
And the other must be the light.
But what if both really are the same,
In their own way, leading each of us home.
I ponder this thought, far and wide, well, knowing that,
Neither one ever leaves us completely alone.
Like faith and doubt, always side by side,
If you're stuck in either one don't worry;
Like the sun and the moon, both always return,
To rise again, neither of them in any sort of hurry.
Wrong or right then always shall come and go,
For like doubt and faith, they seem to travel, hand-in-hand, wherever they go.
Like ice and rain, one seems a blessing the other a curse,
But both find a way to cleanse and water the land, causing life to eventually live and grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem