I’ve been wandering around this empty place
Looking to put a smile on this desperate face
But artificial was all I found
And failing to get what I needed done
Running myself into the ground
In my cloudiest of days you were the sun
And you always shine
Let’s go some place our future lies
A place that holds even bluer skies
Somewhere prettier than you’re warm brown eyes
Let’s a find a place that fits our needs
And find some ground to plant our seeds
So we can watch them grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the place to run to is behind those 'warm brown eyes'...nice...Coach