Some mornings we wake up with misty heads
and we can only wish the problems do clear
Yet night crawls in with us bagging them
How hard this life is, that it seems harder with every try
How strong we are, to fight so hard for a win
And we'll attain it, we'll win this life thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fight against sorrow...excellent poem