The things I can't
They go by my left hand
Not of my right because I can't stand
With just one hand so take hold of mine
That way we won't come down
That way we won't be alone
After everything we have done
It'll feel so right to be so wrong
The things I can
They go by my left hand
So we will be right to stand
Oh ever so rightly
Both of my feet on the ground
And my head up so highly
And all of these things
Go by myself, by both of my hands
And then I can stand steady
Both of my feet on the ground
And I can move so freely
But there's no time to be playing around
The things I can't
The things I can
The go by my hands
And I can finally stand
With my feet on the ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jacqueline, such an interesting poem...10+++