Everybody has one
You can't be alive
without it.
Its the thing that you live for
its the one you love for
its the only worth fighting for.
Its also the reason you die
the reason you lie
the reasons for why?
It marks the end of the day
Sparks the light away
and lets lying dogs lay
Some are shallow and small
most are easy to fall
while they stall
The mark is written in your face
and it will hit the place
and line your head with lace
You have yours,
I have mine
may you never find it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem