What happens when your lost
When not even a compass can tell you
The right way to go
When your mind goes so slow you can't
Even grasp that the glass went in to deep
And soon you'll be bleeding for the world to see
A strong red flow
Might tell you where to go
Or it will be another scar for you not to show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep piece, well done.