We all go through tough times
We all go through dark days
We all reach that break down point
Some, more often than once
And we all have people to help us through...
But
Who do I turn to through the tough times
Who do I turn to through the dark days
That breaking point when everything
Everything you have known, believed is a Lie
Who do I turn to when tears overwhelm me
Who do I turn to when my heart is broken
Broken from all these sorrow, pain, loneliness, confusion...
Who do I really turn to
Who do you turn to Leasel?
I see no one in sight....
I have build walls around me
Walls to protect me from this world...YOU
I broke them down for you
‘Cause I thought, I believed you would be my wall
But that was never the case
I let myself be vulnerable
Something I will never forgive myself
Who do I turn to
Who do you turn to Leasel
Who can I turn to
Still no one insight...
(c) Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem