The urge is here
The urge is near
The urge isn't really all that dear
It hurts to think
It really does stink
It hurts to cry
So, I just let out a little sigh
I finally cry
My tears are getting dry
I'm done getting high
This is not another lie
I'm ready to fly
High up in the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem