Use to be the sunshine lit the smile upon my face,
Now all charcoal black entombs the frown
I can't erase.
Hope will cling to many as time loosens its hold,
Use to be my heart beat wild but now its
all grown old.
Use to be I looked toward you for love I thought was true,
How so little kept me chained
to One I never knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem