So many voices speak yet my mind is still far away,
Not where hearts meet, but at the cross roads of where my dreams lay,
In yonder lands and from a mile I see,
The growth of my dreams that keep beckoning to me.
A smile within dark shadows at times doubts do arise,
There are times I ask my self 'Will I ever get it right? '
Time has gone and same too with age,
Yet a dream still lingers on, will I ever get there one day?
And now my faith grows weaker and same too with these passing days.
Was I wrong in believing, am I still far away?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem