Something wasn't right,
Was it the wish I made.
Dying every night,
Was it my face that fade.
Loosing every sight,
into the life I call.
Hoping for that light,
which will break my fall.
Where should I go
for that streak of shooting stars.
Where should I go
to cure this pain of burning scars.
Truth is as defying
as the smile on your face.
Cursing all this while
like a devil in a chase.
Searching for the sign
like a soul in a maze.
Lost i your lies
like desert will no trace.
Where should I go
for that streak of shooting stars.
Where should I go
to cure this pain of burning scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem