Sitting here alone, with the head held up,
Looking at the stars in the skies above.
Tears rolled down to my face, and I should stop
And try to hide the bitterness I have.
I'm tired of sitting down here alone.
I need somebody to lean on.
Yet, even if I'll shout loud from here,
I know that no one would hear.
They are all blind.
They can't see how hard I tried
To finish what I've started
And be the one they wanted.
They are all deaf.
They can't hear me. As if I'm a leaf-
That falls down from a tree
Slowly and silently.
They are all out of their mind
For they can't understand
What is this I'm feeling inside
And that I am so tired.
So here I am, like a fool
Talking to the stars, as they fall
Wishing that someday I'll be heard, seen, and understood
And for somebody to come, to lighten up my load.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They are all blind. They can't see how hard I tried To finish what I've started And be the one they wanted.