There's a lie in believe.
There's an end in pretend.
This change in you baby,
I can't comprehend.
There's a use in abuse.
That's lame in blame.
This change in you baby,
When it came?
There's a rust in trust.
But still,
There's a ray in my pray.
You'll have regrets and
You'll understand one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem