well
here goes
nothing
at all
don't
you see
what a beautiful
mess we're in
spend time writing a lullaby
that you try to sing but you're tone deaf
and it's easy to make me cry
but that doesn't mean my tears don't matter
and you like to watch the games
even if you know they'll all end the same way
and it's easy to make us smile
but oh those smiles
well here goes nothing at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem