He wants to take me
And I don't know why
But every time I turn my back
He puts his scythe up high
And I don't know why
And I just want to cry
Because I love my life
And I don't want to die
They say the good die young
So I ponder being bad
Just so my life can go on
And I know that's wrong
But the fear is strong
My mind and body are tired
But I have to fight on! !
Nicola Dady
Dec 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem