It doesn’t matter anyway
if it shines or if it rains
tomorrow's another day
we’ll just have to face
the snow and sleet and rain.
It’s not that we’re brave
there is just no other way
as the times play tag,
they’ll always end the game,
things’ll die just the same.
We live for the gray,
dreaming of the day,
that ghosts whisper from the grave,
warning us,
”It never came.”
But that's okay, that's okay,
you don't always have to be happy
you don't have to run away
you don't have to be captive
just to get free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem