Well it’s early in the morning, just driving along this road. But when your on this road, you will stare into the open. Now maybe I will roll down the window’s to feel the wind with my hand. Sometime’s when I put on the radio, there’s a song that reminds me of you. So when your on that road, just remember where your going. And never look back. Ever since I left town, I knew there’s no turning back. Just only knowing that life move’s on. But when your on that road, you know everything will be different.
Max Hornbogen
July 30th 2008
5: 32 P.M.
(Day)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem