Lost roads, forgotten friends. Is this how it will end?
Broken dreams have gotten me down, chasing things I never found.
Trying to find what I have lost, to find my way no matter the cost.
Looking for a place to go, but finding nothing but sorrow.
Beaten roads, twisted trails. All part of my unheard tale.
I won't give up, I will go on, even if it's on my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem