i stand here and wach you cry
but i can't do anything about it
for the bars between us are cold and dry
i fear are hands my never touch
when you cry it makes me cry
for the love between us is so stron
yet the bars are still here and your on the other side
that makes me cry
but one day we cryed so hard are tears shook the ground
and the bars finely fell to the ground
and we looked at each other in disbeleaf
for are hands finly toucheds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem