I cry for the things I have done, and the things I failed to do,
I cry for the chances I'v missed, and the chance I missed with you,
I cry because thats what I have left.
Without the feeling of failure, my soul would have nothing to weigh it down from floating a way.
I cry because I love you, and I cry because that opportunity is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem