How many years now in the making?
How many tears have you been faking?
Making up for lost time still it seems
So easy for childish fears to keep me shaking.
I sleep all day as the fear of waking
Breaks so easily this soul of mine.
An end to sorrow, an end to pain
To live tomorrow, to breathe again
It’s all I ask and nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, i feel this way all the time....but good poem : : tiara: :