To mend a broken heart, a tear.
Need no stitches, hide back fear.
Release in front of the one
Who took the sky and hid the sun
The moon and stars shine bright as day
This day's as dark as night
For every day from this moment on
Will continue on the fight
Gazing out the window pane
Wishing things were all the same
All is not quiet in the spacious home
A man surrounded yet so alone
Holding the hand of hand
Breathing on the hand of life
No longer aware of the encouter
Yet not over is the strife
All the world is darkness
No more feeling light
The cold hard truth is awakening
Be strong and hold on tight.
Emotion is the key to living
A cold heart is the key to dying
For death is life
For life is death
What is the point in trying?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no i didnt...you like? ? it's taken years to edit to what i wanted it to be...