you fight and struggle
for your believes
for your life
when the wind comes and knocks you down
and when you're on the ground
wondering to the sky
"am i so weak that even the wind would put me down?"
but you get up and fight some more
you hold your head high and don't stop
until the wind comes with the rain
and knocks you again
and again you wonder
"am i so weak that even water would put me down?"
but you shake your head and get up again
until the wind comes with rain and it's thunders
and knocks you down once again
but you stay laying there looking at the sky
even if the soil is wet and the clouds cover the stars
you smile and say
"i got you, dear fate"
because after all your fighting all you needed was a ground to rest on
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Şiirthe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
