Reginald Francois (St. Lucia)

I feel sorry for myself

For I will grow old with wealth

For my heart is cold like ice

Never learned love so I pretend to be nice



Though I want to change, I do not know How

And for that problem defeat I bow

But I am what I am

The storm before the calm

The pain before joy

I don’t want to break hearts like a kid breaking their toy



I see destruction in my future

Doe it may change as I mature

But that change I do not see

Like a lost sailor looking for land at sea

Until then I will continue to pretend some more

Inside me a battle or maybe a war