rolling past the light
our last chance for help tonight
we got a pig in the rearview mirror
death is screaming but i cannot hear her
blurry words cross my mind
dreams and thoughts seem to collide
it seems as if yesterday i died
and i cant remember why
screaming seems to penetrate
where thoughts reverberate
the place is hard to navigate
i wont wait
i wont wait
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lyrics for sure...it leaves me wanting more