Glory glory, here's my story... I'm going to share it with you.
Lost without a found, is what I'm going through.
The walls have no pictures of me.
The photo album is empty.
No negatives only
The thoughts that can't be developed.
Scrapbooks are good, if I want to remember.
No one can take your memories except you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem