At this time
I have no bit of shine.
Running from my problems wont help,
there is no way out.
Today and forever I will be looking,
wanting what I can't have.
Now some strange comes and
tells me what I need to hear.
He shot me like a spear,
and got a bullzi.
How could this be happening?
One I don't kow sees how I feel,
or how I should.
Stranger Stranger!
You broke the record player,
let me realize
I shouldn't have to apologize.
But somthing got to me,
you have to see-
it's just me.
All this time I've hidden who I really am.
With your simple sentence,
I know I can't cripple another minute.
Spent my whole life wondering who they are,
which what I should-
is who I am.
I can't land on the floor,
as I dread from the past.
You make me see so fast,
it should be the last.
Stranger Stranger!
You broke my record player, let me realize
I shouldn't have to apologize.
But somthing got to me,
you just have to see-
it's just me.
I'm in danger and that's all I see.
I have no free to me.
With one simple sentence stranger,
you understand,
you know,
it's not me-
I just have to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem