To enjoy our lives, we waste more and more time behind a desk of some kind
Promises are broken before they are made, always always,
Where are the fun times the good times; in our mind they just resemble, sometime sometimes
We’re working so we don’t try so hard, the flaw in this plan is we’ll miss the good days
Always always sometime until all our time is a bundle of misses our souls bruised
We fix it with potions and prescription pills, blaming someone else is are only ruse
Take a stand a raise your head, for this land upon which you tread beauty and essential is yours to enjoy not just where you’ll rest when you dead,
Come on stand with me and together we’ll raise our weary heads,
Always sometime, sometimes always
Promises are broken before they are made always always
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I would like to translate this poem
'promises are broken before they are made' i love this sentence.. that's really true