My hunger's never satisfied;
My heart's never qualified;
My love's never justified.
But my soul's always sacrificed;
My laughter's ever mystified.
Though my flesh's dearly crucified;
... Still I have to decide...
So I'm going with the tide,
With no hope to ride
The magic horse of happiness and pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem