Wake up in the morning
My heart longs to sing
Suddenly the phone rings
I know a bad day's coming
I go down the street
Seeing clouds as white as a sheet
I look upon the sky
Thinking the chance is now mine
To change my life, to end this strife
All this trouble stabs me like a knife
I know the rhymes, I know the lines
Would this song warms me like sunshine?
Why won't these nightmares ever pass by?
You know it's hard to make me that guy
I don't want to live in any more lies
And it's clear that I'm not that wise
(By Thomas Anderson 26/6/2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem