They don't know where I am headed
Or that I'm even here
But how could they have warning?
They don't know, I'm my worst fear
I cannot tell you the secrets
Behind each line and curve
The letters are my to dream of
And I am here to serve
Now if this is gloomy
If that is the case
I will leave this message
With a cheerful phrase
If she seems to wonder
lost about this world
You must let her
It is always worse
Before this storm gets better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem