I stand before the smoky mirror
Staring at my own self
Trying to find in the depths of my eyes
The many reasons why
I have hurt they way I did
And swallowed my own pride
Amidst my recurrent cry
The sparkle isn´t there anymore
I have wandered around in crazy circles
Yet don´t know what I was looking for
All the possibilities that never came true
All my dreams that are uncertain
All the things left for me to do
The loneliness I feel behind the curtains
I close my eyes
Can´t stand it anymore
It´s hard to face myself
I know that there´s nobody else
Left to be blamed
After all it was my choice
To light up that dying flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem