I never saw
how much I did to make you mine
Those little lies
Fog my mind, I can't remember
The happiness we left behiond
those lies we told, ourselves and all
to keep us from the deathly fall
Truth be told,
I still can't see
past the mask I've made for me
Secrets told and pathways end.
Never to be found again
Then we fall
ourselves be damned
Past the call to go again
a circle they say, a circle it is
round and round
child's play
a game of life, a game of death
a maze that no one lives
to see the light beyond the path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem