My home mine, saw a hurted dropp of air today
My home mine, saw the world fall apart
I hoped so much that it was too much to be
Not enough…
I wished you could be mine
But you was already mine and gone
Take to hurt, then give back to see
Take the dirt throw it on me
But if I would not it own
You cant it from me steal
And it would be no scar to heal
I wished you could be mine
But you was already mine and gone
They was already there captured by a trap
But the trap was tapped and off
The whole thing started to go crazy
When it fall down on the signet
That was gone, because it was mine and gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem