He sang a song, but no one would hear his voice. Every day he's faced with the choice of life or love to lead his way. All he wanted was for Love to come and save him from himself. When the night would fall, she'd sacrifice her tears, overwhelmed by constant fears of loneliness and loved ones gone. And all she wanted was for Love to come and save her from her self. On their knees they spoke to me. All along, I heard your song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, Nikia. Thanks