stolen is a cheek
below the soiled eye
just above a broken heart
Were is the one who said yes
open and singing, "I am bad to the bone"
sitting and waiting
waiting and sitting
Your wall is up
I am the mortar
you are the mason
many will fall out side it's gate
your pain is mine to gain
falling upon my heart like rain
realizing the notion, a solution too late
that is I which stand alone out side your gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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