Gosh you take my breath away,
When i'm with you, all is ok.
Dark skies or sunny ones,
Hopeful times or downcast puns.
Why does life just fain away?
Why are skies always grey?
I woke up and saw the rain cloud,
The way it hunted me, like a hound.
Horrifying times, and pasts reseen,
Over again, everlasting green.
Times shall repeat, they don't want to stop.
They'll take you up high, and then....drop.
Over the edge to the darkness below,
Down to the times when all was woe.
This is the place i like to call home.
This is my heart, my Family Stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem