Feeling a good to keep it,
With a doing that's done to seek it...
Knowing that,
A doing it...
Isn't fun to get done.
Mending broken pieces,
From pain felt to decrease....
While healing knees so scarred and bruised,
To walk tall on two feet.
And...
Knowing that,
A doing it...
Isn't fun to get done.
Keeping my mind real busy,
And far from focused grief...
Took away those tears I wept,
And also self defeat.
With a knowing that,
A doing it...
Isn't fun to get done.
Oh no a feeling a good to keep it,
With a doing that's done to seek it...
Knowing that,
A doing it...
Isn't fun to get done.
Oh no a feeling a good to keep it,
With a doing that's done to seek it...
Knowing that,
A doing it...
Isn't fun to get done.
Oh no the benefits,
Of feeling good...
Isn't fun to get done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem