Almost every night
I burry my head
Deep down my pillow
And I cry all night
When the sun comes up
Too tired to wake up
From the night before
I have no strength
Left to get up
No one here thinks like me
None that share my interests
No one speaks my language here
Confined to this empty land
Living in a different time
Breathing in a different life
Death always keeps
it's promise alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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