something is missing
in this life i chose to live
like the ocean in its deep
the fishes do not suffice
and for the early morning mist
the leaves a'int enough to kiss
the days are long and endless
i labor hard and fast
but when it's time to rest
and ponder that's when i know
something's amiss
was it the sound of your voice
telling me not to worry
assuring me that through it all
you will watch over me
that i need not fret when i stumble
you will catch and not let me fall
something's amiss and i know it
but the truth i tried to hide
i convince myself i am alright
but cry when its late at night
what is missing i just can't grasp
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem