When life is over; you can’t get it back
That is when you see nothing, but black
Just a poor girl who can’t even ask
Why she didn’t have enough time to finish her task
It was not a fault or blame
I guess It was her time to blow out the flame
Or she has lost the game
Life is a time that is impossible to tame
You are given two choices
Hold back or speak your voices
It’s hard to work hard
You have to be smart and play the right card
Light your path and walk
Leaving your life clean as chalk
Clear, white, plain, simple
She was so cute, the little dimple
Poor girl, who didn’t know what was coming her way
Nor was it her last day
thats reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly good i liked that part about two choices
You are given two choices Hold back or speak your voices words mixed with a freelance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm a little unsure about what you are trying to say, but it seems like you are telling people to keep living on. It was interesting and I really liked it either way.