If tears could build a stairway
And memories a lane
I could climb up to heaven
Just to bring you home.
If mine was not too wishfull a wish
i could build the tower of babel
i could plead with God to let me build
Just to climb and stretch my hand for you.
If mine was not too wishfull a wish
i could not allow myself to dwell this much in dreamland
I could not be wishing all these wishes
But what will my troubled deprived soul do?
Wishing itself is painfull
But not as much as not wishing at all.
In him the almighty i have hope
My heart desires i shall be grunted
My wishfull wishes i shall be given
Castles in the air i shall build
Wishes will become horses, i shall ride
My tears shall neither build a staircase
Nor will my memories a lane
But in him my comforter
I shall find hope in hopelessness.
[ University Of Fort Hare Alice Town Eastern Cape South Africa 16-10-15]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poignant write, Nkosiyazi. Thanks for sharing Blessings
Fabrizio thanks