How do you change direction
When you've alredy got it wrong?
How can you feel affection
When this world is so cold
Here I am with my dead eyes
That have seen nothing but despise
I stand tall with my teary eyes
They know nothing but sacrifice
How do you change direction
When you've alredy got it wrong?
How can there be an election
Between two equaully arrogant egos
Here I am with my silent lips
Watching our world leaders
As they on their tea sips
Repelling all the needers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'How do you change direction when you've already got it wrong.' I love that phrase.