I can't promise you that I won't let you down,
I can't promise you that I will always be around,
All these promises I can't make,
All these promises I can't take.
As the last tear of blood falls from my eye,
The only appearance my secret wound inside will make,
I quietly whisper that which no one wants to listen to,
And it's stolen by the wind for another hopeless soul to take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem