I don't know what to do anymore
But my head and my heart are sore
I am lost
At my own cost
The cross roads of life are not there
And it's giving me quite a scare
I don't know where to go
Because there's nothing to show
Me the place where I'm suppose to be
And I 'm without the key
I can not open the door of the opportunity
I'm left with nothing to do but flee
But flee to where
Nothing is left there
Oh, I am so lost
At my own cost
With no where to go
But where the wind may blow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem...shame about the spelling..please edit it out, it spoils a lovely write. Best wishes Chris