I run in the direction that i have for trend
I get tired as much as i can’t breathing
I think to stop and to rest
But my mind says,to continue again.
How can i continue,ah woe is me
I left midway,without a grain pain
To fall midway and blush
To remain like nothing and in the end to decay.
I dont know what to do,i left without alternative
To reach my target is very difficult
It seems that I’m trying just that vain
For work that has started for long time.
Author:Valon ISENI,Kumanova
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