If our pats cross one day
and you see me crying.
don't ask me why,
don't look at my eyes red and full of tears,
don't wonder what happened to me
don't think that you will understand
if i tell you the source of my pain
and if i tell you how i lived my life in vain,
will you listen to my story,
shake your head and look at me with worry?
And if i ask you
will you tell me what to do;
To go to another land
and live in exile for ever?
To climb the highest mountain
and shout in the wind - why?
To run day and night
until i have no more might?
To take refuge in the darkest corner of my mind,
and leave the truth behind?
Or to just lay down in bed
and stay there until i die,
until my whole life passes before me
and i understand what i did wrong.
why am i so weak, why cant i be strong.
Life doesn't seem fair
when all i have is despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem