Lost in the clouds picking up the pieces
In crowds you play the clown to put on a front
But behind the smile there is a fountain of tears
Covering the wounds of a bitter ailment.
The doubts they cause is hurting more inside
When the one that you love has gone
You can't see there is another standing by your side
In the shadow to comfort and keep you warm.
Inside your heart all the trust is wounded and torn
Who will pick up the pieces that are left behind?
Those little fragments of love that you still own
Claim the memories which come back to find.
You alone in the dark trying to pick up the pieces
Of a broken heart with lairs in walls of denials
The fire has gone out leaving only the soft ashes
To tell its worth when the agony in your voice calls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem