I may be down, 
But I know I’m going to rise.
My sight may be blurring, 
Yet I anticipate a bright future.
Tears may flow down my cheek, 
My eyes reddened, 
Still I believe I have joy.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel, 
The dawn after night, 
The silver lining in a dark cloud; 
My faith may have melted, 
My dreams seem impossible, 
But mountain top I shall stand.
The storm may rise, 
My sailing is rough, 
Yet I believe I will get to shore.
I envision myself, 
Treading on glory, 
Harmonious existence, 
And wearing a glistening armor of victory; 
  WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    