Why must I live alone
Why can't I live and let die
It has become so quite
I can hear a dog whistle when i go by
My soul has once told me
Six feet under is where my spirit lies
It matters not the amount of joy or love I feel for thee
For inside I have already died
No one can comfort nor revive me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem