Under the stars we started talking,
About things you and me will never really understand
Where does the time go with each passing of the day?
If you ain’t living now you’re dying young
Why does this world insist that you and me become something,
That you and me were never meant to be?
And if I choose to be so blind and dream upon a star,
Will all of you believe in what I am?
Now close your eyes child but remember,
That with every passing second there’s a chance to turn around
But it’s the past that makes its mark;
With irresistible surprise;
So I will carve out my own path;
And know that’s no word of a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must all carve our own path and if it is destined, will meet in the middle somewhere! Great work, and no word of a lie, is a powerful title. Smiling at you Tai