When the going gets tough
I feel I will fall; 
I think of the days when I felt so tall.
A flicker of hope lights up the way, 
Like a firefly flying away
So long ago I was a little girl; 
Watching the flower beds, 
swirl with their curls.
I hope those days do come back, 
When happiness I did not lack
As I grew up all things 
seemed to change.
I never got to see them the same.
Then hope disappeared into the air, 
Life became so unfair.
Now Mom was gone miles away; 
I waited each night
For the come of the day.
My hope came back on a fine string, 
Ready to break at any given beating.
Life is different now 
Then when I was a little girl; 
The days I would sing and dance, 
To be unafraid to twirl.
A flicker of hope had lit up the way. 
Like a firefly drifting away.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    