No matter how low,
You fall or are thrown,
You'll rise back up, high,
And above us, fly,
You can flee,
Safe, not destroyed,
Perhaps not in joy,
But in peace.
Together we'll rise,
Surf the crest
Of the rising tide,
And in freedom rest.
Am gasit poezia aceasta si o inteleg, dar mi-ar place foarte mult sa o am tradusa, ca si motto al meu ... Ma poate ajuta cineva. Multumesc anticipat