I force myself to write a song;
I find it hard to write.
What will it take to make it strong?
I strive with all my might.
And even if there’s no one else
To listen to my song,
I’d never give up on my gift.
To do so would be wrong.
Success is not the only goal
That one can have in life.
At least, I’ve made the effort;
At least, at least, I’ve tried.
And when my days have quickly passed,
And I have no more voice,
I’ll still feel gladness at the last,
Although my eyes are moist.
Copyright 2020 Dennis Cortes