Empty words
Emotions taken
Sharpened swords
Reasons all broken
So where do we sit
Where do we stand?
What are the odds?
In this foolish game of chance
Precious thoughts
Promises pledged
Sanity sought
Standing on the edge
And what are we both
Are we lovers or but strangers
We 're sharing in this boat
In an ocean full of danger
Shadows in the dark
Stars run out of spark
In the stillness in the park
Ends the singing of a lark
So where do we go
And what do we do?
What are the chances?
Of us making it through?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem