Breaking dreams, stomping hearts,
Wondering how we all came to part.
Only being true to few,
Now wishing we could of knew.
Black lungs, Mixed tongues,
Mommas got that beautiful glow,
It’s too bad no-one can know.
News would travel fast,
Some just wont forget the past.
Daddy swallowed a few too many pills,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem