Gettin’ by the past,
Hoping this time will last;
That feeling of being alone,
Will no longer be shown.
Just gotta move along,
Playing out my life’s song;
Just past all that nonsense,
Dancing over my field’s fence.
Moving on to better things,
Listening to my life’s singer as she sings;
Alone I won’t be for long,
And I know this choice isn’t wrong.
I’m finding someone who loves me,
Someone to be my life’s key;
No longer will I be locked up,
I’m going to let someone fill my life’s cup.
Hopefull she’ll help me with my pain,
Maybe we’ll get the chance to dance in the rain;
I’m ridding of the old,
Hoping she’ll be my gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem sounds like a 50/50. As though its riding on some kind of line.