Moving On Poem by Little Star

Sometimes things come rather too late
Sometimes things come too early than expected
Sometimes they never come at all
Sometimes we trip, stumble and fall
But we always rise, no matter what
We hope for hope, and call on God
All is not lost,
As long as there still air to breath
And the sun shines in the east
We stay unfailing, and patiently wait
Sometimes we let things the way they are
And let time heal a wounded pride
Sometimes we just have to let go
Moving on forward,
In big or little steps that we can do