Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind…
And to lie to you… rather than hurt you…?
While I confess all of my sins after several large gins… still I hide from you… hide all that’s inside from you.
I no longer hear the music! I no longer see the light!
Can’t you save me… please save me from my plight?
If I could be a braver man…
If I could be more honest …
I could come up with a better plan.
I could find a way to love you. But for now I could only hurt you.
Pain breeds pain. It is this for which I refrain.
So for now I no longer hear the music…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem