You open up your eyes and i am in far too deep.
Sunday likes to steal the week,
and i am happy i have not forgiven anyone just yet.
So give thanks for all the sins that will be your judge,
and open up your eyes and murder
for a secret never to be told.
To the fact that is is so hard to find the words to say:
We thought your cancer appreciates your concern.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem