i'm lost in this big bad world, i can't see a thing
the roughest and toughest person here is the king
where else do i go whom do i trust
everybody is in a hurry to be the first
how can i know what do i do
nobody has time to hear me; not even a second or two
i'm in dilema, waiting for somebody to lead
i've asked everyone, even begged and pleaded
then i realised why should i even wait
and never again i will blame my ongoing fate
i'll just start owning up whatever i have dne
i'll take up the name if i lost or even won
why is that i can't belive i'm alone
everyone's left me and the whole crowd is gone
i'm left behind, why can't anyone hear me
or should i leave the situation and let it be
these hows and whys trouble me a lot
am i feeling like a person whose about to be shot
if this is a dream wake me up soon
and i'll ask god for a pleasanter boon
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