every one is looking at that empty bed
but no one dares to be the frist to cry
you can see them stoping those tears to fall dawn
you can see them faking these smiles
it have been years since you left
but your mom still puts 7plates in the table
with the hope that you are coming back one day
she knows her lil daughter is eating dinner up there
but still she with the dream of seeing her her agine
every one remembers you, every one miss`s you
but no one dares to be the frist to cry
every night your mom wakes up
and cheaks your bed if you are there
it just hurt knowing that you arnt coming back
but no one dares to be the frist to cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem