These days we live through
the things we do to others
never amount to anything but hate
yours eyes were the thing that got me through it all
one look took me to the place i could be ok
the place that no one could hurt, only love
the place that should be ours
but most of all a place to show others
Things will never be right?
Things wil never be wrong?
It all depends on how you look at it
right and wrong, no such thing.
just and unjust.
Two kinds of people?
Never.
Happy and sad?
No.
just the way you look at things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true! ! ! ! ! ! just the way we look at things......the whole poem sums up in the last line. thanks