when cool fresh air is bothered by the smoke
when true feelings turn to be a silly joke
when friends betray and your heart is broke
when people of guns and rumors talk
is there still a way for truth and love..
a power that would blow the black smoke away
and love dancing with flowers of a golden May
a heart to forgive friends who did betray
and a magic to make rumors never stay?
there is still a way for truth and love
for anything in life could break and fall apart
but there would always be at least one good heart
14 Dec.09
8: 30 am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem