Sometimes you pray for silence,
Some days you pray for rain,
And some days you just pray
That somebody’s heart beats the same.
The rain came down in floods,
And I was a walking puddle.
I sat in the cold and I thought you.
It did not make me feel warm.
Maybe, in another time or place,
Things might have been different.
Maybe it would have been the same,
I pray not to think of such things.
The telephone rings and no one picks up.
There is nobody there that can answer my call.
Surely I have been good to you?
Surely I deserve some reward?
Sometimes you pray for silence,
Some days you pray for rain,
And some days you just pray
That somebody’s heart beats the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem