As he stands on the stage
The words no longer are on the page
But they flow, pouring out of his heart
His music, is what they call an art
The words used seem to be meaningful
But is this what he really feels about a girl?
The words sound like a dedication
A wife, a girl or just any woman?
Are the words that are sung
Any old words rolling off his tongue?
Anything to get another number one
Not a feeling aimed at someone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is very interesting, especially in the way it is written! Elya Thorn