do you fill like burning all inside and
you don't know why.
Can't you fill your self falling into ash.
All you can relie on is the past.
But in reality you are falling into ash.
All the burning leaves i a flash
and because part of the past.
Can you fill your self falling into ash.
And all you can is really rely is on the past.
But in reality you are falling into ash.
And every life you know is turning into ash.
and they dont rely on the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'This grief overwhelms me it burns in my stomach...' Alanis