Perhaps" by Shu Ting
Perhaps our cares
will never have readers
Perhaps the journey that was wrong from the start
will be wrong at the end
Perhaps every single lamp we have lit
will be blown out by the gale
Perhaps when we have burned out our lives to lighten the darkness
there will be no warming fire at our sides.
Perhaps where all the tears have flowed
the soil will be richer
Perhaps when we sing of the sun
the sun will sing of us
Perhaps as the weight on our shoulders grows heavier
our faith will be more lofty
Perhaps we should shout about suffering as a whole
but keep silent over personal grief.
Because of an irresistible call
We have no other choice.
(Again, thank you to naturalawareness for this one.)