</>Crytal tears as the cold wind blows,
your life going nowwhere as everyone knows.,
or so they think in wisdoms mind,
everyone, everywhere still seems blind.
Criticise, blame, their gift for you when understanding is standing under,
this cloud of dispair yourself you blame for all around just sit and stare.
A chance at life, to live again, to see the colours of natures vein,
such beauty beyond your grasp of pain,
wondering why? ...could you live again? .
Would your path lead true your steps,
or would fates blanket blind you still,
would all you do new remain the same,
who really knows that day untill,
You try again with hope renewed and through the blinding light you`ll see,
if happiness like natures wings was meant for someone such as me.
That time will come, the clock is set
the minutes tick by and you place your bet,
hearts fingers are crossed,
your mind and soul has placed the odds where is that goal,
you race untill with limbs of wood the twigs of life break off for good,
but deep inside the sap runs still,
the sun will shine...gods life is your blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wicked write, liked it alot, well done... Lee...