You say you sing me song of hope,
Songs of courage and not deciet.
But you lie.
I know now truly you have nothing but songs of hate.
Songs of envy and of pure deciet.
If your songs for me are not for good, but of lies and deciet.
Then I say your songs are not for me, but rather are they for you.
(July,7,09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a straight from the heart write... good one