I sit down and i think,
of all the times i cried.
I remember all the pain,
and all the times that i tried.
I remembered all the promises,
you saying that you care.
Then i start to see that,
you were never realy there.
I sit as i'm all alone;
thinking of all the times.
And i cant help but wonder,
were you ever realy mine.
A smile comes on my face,
as i look at my life now.
My life is better,
but i cant figure out how.
Then i start to realize,
that its all because of him.
Im finaly content,
because someones heart im in.
I can love because,
someone finaly took my hand.
I know that he is different,
because he took a stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem