the pain and suffering of my deep passt
the time will come, the times wont last
i am soo happy the time is now
i will have to move again, my face wont mask
what i have done, whats been and gone
there is soo much, i feel soo torn
that life i led, that thing i flee
has been and seen what i have worn
that makes no sence that thing i live to change
the world if i could sustain
what loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem