HEY BABY, if you love me,
then prick this heart with
love.
HEY BABY, if you wont me,
then stop this rain of hurt.
HEY BABY, if you need me,
then cut these strings of
dought.
HEY BABY, break your silence,
before the moon goes out...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote this as a song first, so it may thruw some peaple off a little, meaning, when you write a song, you try to put chords with words, seems easy, and some times it is, any way the chords are E, A, B7......4/4 beat....so there you go..have fun.