why does he take the best
when time stops still
like broken clocks beneath the hill
when serpents hiss whispers in the night
and eyes no longer in a drought
rainfall so heavy all heads must bow
can not such pain be lost?
unseen and unheard can't stay that way
why me lord why me are there debts that i must pay.
it can't be love it must be hate
why take them from our earth this day!
we look for reason like an abyss
and lose our hearts in the marianas trench
we think we've lost our heart's desire
less like a lead destroyed by pillar's fire
The rooms get cold and empty like our hearts
For what we've found might just be lost
Dedicated to Mrs. Zaraaonandia. I wish we could've met...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its so sad and yet beautiful and full of passion, and full of emotion