Ignorance is bliss
This everlasting kiss
Was like the kiss of death to me
Struggling, yearning to be free
From what was not me
For you to be me
Was like you acting in sympathy
I say sorry but you say no
Cause we got to overthrow
The wrongfulness of this undoubted gun
We run from fun
Into what should not have been done
Ignorance is bliss
What they say can be true
But it’s best you to be you and me to be me
Though this we can say what was meant to happen;
To be myself to be who I am and most of all be proud for being myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem