Sometimes I'll hear you sing your song
'Bout you cryin' every day.
I don't feel that I done you wrong
When I did choose to drift away.
I knew that you were gonna miss
Me once that I had left and gone.
So I gave you that farewell kiss.
Time had come for me to move on.
It's up to you, you wanna wait.
There's nothin' wrong with havin' hope.
But as in your song, you do state
The wind cannot get grabbed with rope.
Driftin' is what I like to do.
Maybe I will drift back to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem