I look in the mirroe and what do I see? I see a me I never wanted to be.
The scars can't be hidden and the pain will show. I guess it's true 'We reap what we sow'
The years have passed and the time is gone. It's to late to right the misguided wrongs.
We withdrew as we grew, In our eyes we remained true.
It's a damn shame we must give death it's due.
Battles won and skimishes lost.
Each war fought at a terrible cost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow frank..im impressed! ! ..deep!