I've been feeling
A little bit better again
The tide’s turning
I'm finally starting to win
But my smile’s deluded
The room’s starting to spin
I've been looking for happiness
Though I know it’s within
I'm getting colder
The ice is getting thin
You meet me with a stare
And I’ll meet you with a grin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Water finds it's level in the end.