When all the things I touch should die,
I always look upon the sky.
For it holds clouds of wonder, of bliss,
Like a gentle lovers kiss.
What you want, you shall recieve,
you can see if you believe.
Then why on a person it is so hard,
To love someone but stand their guard.
Because you always want the good,
of me but don't accept the bad.
You think that I'm not good enough,
or the daughter you could have had.
Then you know that I could be,
the best damn girl if I believe.
But that's not easy when you're around,
not cheering me on but pulling me down...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem