Once when I was a little girl
I thought life was beautiful
I thought life was fair
But now I’m a young lady
I know life is sarcastfull
I know how unfair
Once I had a dream
A dream of a perfect life
One with no Jealousy
One with no conspiracy
Now I know it’s like a mountain high
It’s a journey to the top
With unmerciful storms and deep scorns
Sometimes it’s nice sunny and shiny
Several it’s gloomy, stormy, and sad
Sometimes friends help us up
Most of the time people push as down
The joke is that we never reach the top
I wish the top was higher
To meet a new friend
I wish the top was lower
Cause I can no longer defend
I feel I am weak
They’re pushing me too hard
But in this weakness I am strong
Not to lose the place I stand
I worked hard to arrive
I deserve to survive
I’ll fight till the last breath
No one could stop my quest
My quest for a perfect life
Even if I fail
At least i would have tried
And may the best prevail
Sarah R. Hajj
March 26, 2008
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