In the mind of those
Who wish their life can only be of that
The dark clouds move across the sky
Warnings of danger nearby
We can't hold on to the arts
That find their way in the time of the past
But care for those who might lay down their sword
We put up a fight
But cry the tears that fall like rain
The pain the pain
There is no gain
(05/22/2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem