Hope is the thing that patches through the soul
And sings the song so low
And never stops at all
Chorus
Tears falls, tears fall on my day
Tears falls, tears fall on my birthday
Tears falls, tears fall on my last day
Set the timer click clocking clicker
Tick tocking tick tocker
The timer clicks clicking the clock is tick tocking
The life I choose to live is a life of painful, I know.
This life is aching my throat so what?
My life is running thin
Little a child I was
Playing for prayer in my custom bed
When fun rings at the next door
Not having a second chance but getting the first
Negative attitude is a way of maintaining a dry field
Feeding of blood thirst for sleepless night
My black mind minded mind
Theater of hopeless child lying in tears out of the stage
But so great to portray the sad tale
Writing stories with unknown author
So terrible that all we see is death at head
Tied tired tears rain falls
Tears rain runs downwards our faces
Chorus
Tears falls, tears fall on my day
Tears falls, tears fall on my birthday
Tears falls, tears fall on my last day
Set the timer click clocking clicker
Tick tocking tick tocker
The timer clicks clicking the clock is tick tocking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem