to the roads to which we sail
we are all alone and sing
I remember the thougts of many things
and the joy that you will bring
I was never around much
to turn the dream to this
Holly wood life that for us
You where always the only
to help me see who I am
When I could not find
For all that time around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Good T.Durden dave