</>We stare at empty hearts
Everyday they're passing, nameless
They have been torn to parts
Between games that aren't aimless
And you simply go by
Just bringing them down to their knees
They do nothing, but cry
And beg everyone for the keys
That someday will show us
They found a way to paradise
And they'll forget their stress
Then leave without thinking it twice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem