Here I sit in this cold dark place
I see the look of despair on every face
And I wonder why?
Saints bleed and angels cry
Hearts scream aloud from an empty place
Guitar strings whail
Whilst violins sing
Opera equqtes harmony
And rock just stings
Pavarotti, s incomprehension
Means your welcome in the park
Paul Youngs lyracal wonder
Still wanders in the dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very nice piece of work. good kevin keep it all up.