Somebody came to take my moon and stars,
Before the morning dawned.
Somebody planned to hijack all the rays,
Of my day.
But...
I'm not born to be that type of a guy,
To give up what's been routinely mine...
No!
Not ever.
Even if I had amnesia!
Somebody came to take my moon and stars,
Before the morning dawned.
Somebody planned to hijack all the rays,
Of my day.
But...
I'm not born to be that type of a guy,
To give up what's been routinely mine...
No!
Not ever.
Even if I had amnesia!
Oh,
I'm not born to be that type of a guy,
To give up what's been routinely mine...
No!
Not ever.
Even if I had amnesia!
Even if I had amnesia!
Even if I had amnesia!
Even if I had...
Amnesia?
Who IS Amnesia?
And just how many have had it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem