A fallen tree
And a broken mind
Have seen the heartache
In the world's weathering
The rain beats down
Washing away the soil from the tree's roots
And upon I
As I struggle to make it to the next curb
I walk through a puddle
Cold, my shoes wet
And my feet numb
The tree is amber
While all others are bare
The tree fights
Knocking the world on its back
I scream with joy
And triumph over my heartache
Soon it will all be over
Soon... The world will kneel
Soon...
I shall flood the world-
With myself
Like a child
I will run up the street
Shouting 'rejoice'
For we must party
And the drinks will flow
And the music never stop
Soon...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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