As I wake in morning trying to make it good
See my shadow
A sad silloet of sorrow
Do you have a day with her I can borrow
Cuz now my heart n soul feels so hollow
Just riding down this road
Was once warm but now is cold
Just one more time to hear your voice
That's all it would take but that's yours not my choice to make
Miss the look the feel the touch
Its to much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem