I never had the chance to aim high
Every drops of failure dropp in my eye
Mountains of negation leave me a sigh
I'll never give up anything that disturbs me by
It was my fault I came to such blue
The demons and devils came as my crew
Killing the good things that I shall do
I crave for myself and never it was you
Just a mistake and you'll notice so
A responsive rolling eyes high and low
I'm a person just like you grow
You also mess things and feel foe
skies of dreams then turned dark
stars of imagination never spark
bridge of the rainbow then not arc
but just a clueless colorless object floating in the dark
Chances are left to be buried behind
I feel like I would die and burned alive
I cry for sorrow to all must sigh
'We have own faults but still we lie'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem