Mistakes of past,
fade but always last,
of my soul I sold,
so the story's told,
that's how it ends,
just like it begins,
a soul ever so sad,
lost in a world so mad,
the devil comes to mind,
seeing her I come to find,
mistakes of past,
fade but always last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but how true.....