When my life hits the rapids
And the currents lead me astray,
I fight for control
Of my little dingy life;
Veering to the left and then
Veering to the right,
Fighting with all my might,
To keep the rapids away.
And then i remember what Columbus had to say:
'The sea will grant each man new hope,
And sleep will bring dreams of home, '
I stop fighting the rapids,
Let my little boat have its way.
Chance these rapids I will
For there are only two things that could come my way,
One shall lend me hope and the other,
The other shall lead me Home.
16 April 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem