with every beat of this cold heart,
i feel your warmth near me,
with every solemn vow i take,
i know i can finally be free,
because everything thing iv'e ever done,
is pointless,
in the place,
and i only find my freedom,
in seeing you face to face....
i know the wind blows eastward on,
i know it pushes you in the direction of wrong,
but i am here now,
in the silencing of myself,
and i see you now,
and you've chosen the west! !
the west! !
You push on,
you push forward,
you can't give up on me now,
your still needed yet,
and your the one,
that has always looked forward,
but if your facing the wrong direct,
it still is wrong,
So,
you push on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep pushing and writing it helps good poem