So we walked on in the rain
All through the pain
Throwin our lives away all the while
In the end I found my friend
Taught me that dying was going out of style
I watched the world get torn apart
And it wasn't right
But I ran on with my manic grin
Screaming into the night
How could I throw away everything I learned
Face this sadness with a smile
I guess sometimes you just gotta let go
Posterity is goin out of style
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this piece, the way you write, such ease the way you state, to quote, 'posterity is going out of style' got me styme, its got its own rhyme, much thanks for this insight.....