As I walk I here the people talk.
but I don't look back.
As I cry I ask oh why to the sky.
but I don't look back.
As I hate I began to lose my fate.
but I don't look back.
As I scream I rub off some steam.
but I do look back,
I look back to see all the love
I look back to see my shadow of dark
and my shadow of light.
but most impportantly I look back
to grab the hands of true loved ones
Maya Graham
most often we grab the hands of true loved ones..........ph is here.....pen here as much as you can..........beautiful thought.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. very well written, insightful thoughts on life