sing my sorrow
and maybe before tomorrow
there will be a better day
I have the will I need a way
to end this quick
for I feel sick
I sit here and do nothing
I live now to become something
I havent the slightest clue
and I fear there isnt a thing that you can do
to help me move on
and soon all will be gone
lost and forgotten for
remembered never more
you think of us and see the past
I think and know it could have last
if only we had known
but its lost now and you're gone
we still talk of what we had
so I know it wasn't all that bad
Im glad that we're still friends
and I hope that will never end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem