In front of you I stand
I hold my heart in my hand
My eyes are cold and pleading
Waiting, Dying. Bleeding
My life flashed in front of me
If only I was not the only one to see
This world is a cruel place
It is refected in your face
My body falls to the floor
I can give you nothing more
My spirit and soul are fading fast
Soon this will be considered the past
My heart stops beating
I are no longer pleading
I am letting go
Too bad no one will know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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