The rain blinds me, on my walking way home.
All I know is I'm on the sidewalk, safe.
But then headlights swerve and the next thing I know,
I'm lieing in a hospital bed, and I can't feel a thing.
People are holding my hand, I see,
But I can't tell if their hands are warm or cold...
But then I see a face that I want to talk to,
He walks in, his head high, cute as he could be.
He said 'sorry bout what happened,
But I thought you might wanna know how bad it is.
Well, soon you'll be okay, but for now, I'll come everyday.'
The sidewalk wasn't safe for me. At least not today,
But he said I'll be okay. I trust him more than I trust concrete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem