I ain't got an arm to hold you.
I've got no time to be home
Better to stay and lie around
than leave and be alone?
Can't stop this little touch
Nothing that I can do will stay
Maybe later things will burn out;
but now they fade away.
Never had no home to go
never a girl stepped by
Faced with a brick wall and a gun
and they say I can't get high?
Some people say life's a journey,
and in time the seeds will grow
So day and night I'll sit and wonder
If I'm in hell, will I know?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem