Rising up the charts
It was I that put you there
When you could no higher
The critics new it was time
Doldrums of average
Until left behind
Falling fast
Panicking I signed
I knew you wanted to rise
You did your best
Would you take it well?
This was for the best
Olive green gowns yielding scalpels
Lightning on the monitors
Watching behind a sterile mask
If all this technology went wrong?
Looking at your naked body
Blood covered from head to feet
It was my blood all over you
Turning your head to me
Soft were your scared eyes
Unable to speak you cried
Im looking at your face
Looking at your feet
Hoping you will live
To feel the sun on your feet
The clock ticked at seven
Dawn.
Pretty dresses gets shorter
Your feet growing stronger
I held your hand today
Then left you to go play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stewart, this ones really good, I like the best stanza best.... I held your hand today, Then left you to go play. I hope the music was sweet. 10/10