This little path that we call life
Has written something so Bitter-sweet.
Something that I now longer wish to know
Something that can't be beat.
As I run around in circles
Over and over again
I never seem to learn
Who to trust and when
And in your arms I hold fast
To something that has gone away
And the ground belows dissapears once more
I plunge to my doom, my doom today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written, and a great idea! ~~Elya Thorn~~