I wonder here I wonder there so tired of all the cheer, in the depeths of sorrow I awake to a new tommorow.
without a loveing soul by my side I wonder where I wonder when my true love will come find me,
bring me to that loveing place inside my heart where I live with out regaurd.so without a dout I wonder here I wonder there so-so tired of all the cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a genuine piece exploring succinctly the possibility of being alone and the seemingly excessive exuberance of those apparently fulfilled by such a union.