From every depth of good and ill...
The mystery which blinds me still...
But all i really want is for you to see...
All the good that is within me...
Dont give me your heart, or your passionate love campainge...
Dont give me some otha sistas worry to gain...
Anger is a deadly toxin in which the body it flows...
When it takes over limb by limb, everyone knows...
A broken heart, a divided team, a cry for help, a shattered dream...
A loss to many, a team fallen apart, can one bad play, really break so many hearts? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem