A Blessing Better Than Us

If each day is filled with darkness, And if the joy is hidden by grief, Would we still choose to go on taking every step? And would we insist to extend the dying tread? If in each stumble there's a helping hand that makes us rise anew, And if in every slip there's someone who treats our painful bleeding wound, And if there's someone who aligns our injured hopes, Would we ever choose to give up? Or would we still long for strength to stay alive? If in our every cry there's a pair of eyes staring at us, The eyes that seemingly say: "How can we be able to overcome the giant mountains of troubles, if our guide is shaky and unstable too? " We sure would choose to wipe the tears being blown by the wind, right? To long again for the blessing better than us. Translated by Bernard F. Asuncion from Gigi Endraca's Ang pagpapalang higit kaysa atin