A regret, to the person I was.
A regret, to the the person I don't want to be.
Your defense is strong,
my words are weak,
it has been so long,
that I have no words to speak.
Your shoulder is cold,
it freezes my thoughts,
the silence is bold,
'Never give up', was what I was taught.
A change, that shows the better half of me.
A change, toward the person that I long to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem