Don't be sad, be glad you ain't the one lying here stiff as a board,
Wondering if you've done enough to score, the right amount of points,
To sit on the shore and finally see what life can truley be, now the
Fetters of fate have ate away the things that stopped me from bein,
The person I'm meaning to be but wasn't. Oh, to waste away a day or
Two with no thought of you. I can no longer pretend, to send my love
from above to the people I meet and greet on the street and behind
A fence or a cage filled with rage, waiting for that spiteful day when all
Troubles fade away into the sun we blend - melting like snow we
Go to the ones waiting and anticipating our departure from one life
To another, same as wind not knowing where were going but
Not fearin but nearin the end; My friend, grab my hand and stand with
Me to see all the grandeur this life has dealt as I knelt and felt the
Love of the years I wept with tears and shedded my fears of the
Unknown and bein alone cold to the bone, I own only my Soul. Now I
See all things to be are up to me; If I had one more day to stay and say
All the things I should have said but instead I shut my mouth and bit my
Lip for fear of not bein hip. Oh God one more day to stay and say the
Things that Should have been. It's now too late, I hesitate above the
Room filled with gloom, if only you knew what lies ahead, don't wait till
Your dead to tell your brain to talk to your head and spill your toung and
let it roll to tell your tale and reveal your Soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem