I sit and I think about the words that I write
I think I’m gonna try to make a song tonight
But I can’t, the words bombard me, they just continue to flow
I sit and I stand….. I wait and I go
My mind begins racing with the passion of life
And all I seem to think of is the pain and the strife
But I breathe and let go……………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem