I'm sitting trough the storm
wishing you and I were born
far away from here
And I wonder while awake
of what I see before daybreak
is it real
or is it just a dream I have for us
Standing closer to the sun
should I stay or should I run
is there even a right choice
So I keep out of the way
of those who know what to say
will they be the ones
to show us were to go
will this be our lives
is this why I had to grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem