What’s the choice
When the night falls silent
Your voice I’ll long to hear
Makes me feel better
What’s the choice?
When the night feels so cold
But to long for your touch
And to feel the warmth
What’s the choice?
When everyone else
turns his back on me
You would be there
What’s the choice
But to hold on
That we’re together
Behind these dreams
What’s the choice
If you’ll say it’s over
And shatter these dreams away
But to hold on to the memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem