The right way
On a dark day
Is hardly possible
Wind walking in the clouds
Taking me wherever I may go
In a dream, it seems to be
Reality will never be real to me
Unless I try, I try to find
The light in me
That you seem to see
It's hard to believe
If you even believe at all
Your still next to me even when I fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It amazes me how some people stand like columns, supporting our life...even when we doin ourselves. Hold tight to those who are sturdy friends. A good job, writing with the honesty of your soul, uncovered. PEACE