Well, I'm waiting for your phonecall
I know it'll never come
I'm the man about to burst
I'm here dying of thirst
But I'll never fade
Or get lost in this haze
And I can't simply disappear
I'll start my own parade
It's all too easy to cry
These are crying times
And I see the tears upon your face
Its the face of a visionary
So if you want my broken heart
You'll have to take it home in parts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem CD. Great title. The closeout is very clever, indeed.. HG: -) xx