With things the way they are,
Can it be real?
Or is it just my imagination?
For this is how it always is.
Here one minute gone the next.
It's given to easily,
That i know.
Things must change,
They have to.
In order to give me strength,
Don't let it go.
Help me,
Save me.
Don't let it go.
Help me,
Save me.
Letting go will cost to much.
Here lies the truth.
Show me that it can be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem