my fingers feel numb
between my finger and my thumb
i choose between a rope
and a rail to grow old
they put me on a blade
see myself i'm not afraid
on a wagon with a million man renowned
fate will drive us all into the ground
rocky road makes us jump for joy
riding with deaths choice of toy
watch the world widdle to an end
until they decide to dig us up again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm I like the way you write...