People come and people go
sometimes you're glad and sometimes your sad
so much easier being glad than sad
but i think you all know that i am sad
She left me you see and it's killing me
now summer's here and i'm all alone
with no-one to hold
only one person i want to hold
So can you tell me why do the
birds go on singing
when it's the end of the world
it ended when i lost my love
Love is hard to find and
so worth fighting for
but to walk away for what
i ask myself
To be free or to be with
someone who loves you so much
the love would come back for sure
babe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem