Well will I ever be worth the time...When will I ever be worth the chance.
Been on my knees swearing at the light.. Sorrow filled with tears running through the night. I look around and I am all alone...A heavy weight how must I atone. I paid the price time and again...end the loneliness... begging for the day to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem