just waitin for this day to pass....
waitin for the love to last.....
hopin and prayin i can finally one day get out of this life.....
its always the same Cliché sh**....
is it not? but cant we ever just get out of it?
why must we even have to hope or pray?
think-its not just 3rd world countriez that are poverty stricken.... its our hearts that are so cold that leav us wishin, hopin, waitn, and praying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love it. love you. keep writing babe.