The sun shines down upon the clouds showing me why i should be proud.
People always gawk at me all i know is that I never will plea.
For when I think all is lost, my friends show like the morning frost.
Quick as a flash i lose them like rain in my hands but I know that friends can be a pain.
Friends will always come and go but the the clouds will always shine a small glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this poem and bear to be with pain Friends will always come and go but the the clouds will always shine a small glow.