Hot under the sun we may be
with parching tongues
beads of sweat that flow down
your temples
sight might be blurred of the heat.
but we believe that sun would set
we believe that heat would low
we believe that we would all
cool off again.
Tired of all the struggles we may be
with aching bones
legs that wont walk anymore and
shoes wornout
eyes might be heavy of the sleep.
but we believe that the run would end
we beleive that the sleep would refresh
we believe that we would all
spark up again.
we believe that we would win one day
we believe that we would smile again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem