No words to speak
No ears to hear
caught in the meadle
some where between here
are thousands of people
waiting to find cheer
all with dreams
of becoming millionears
it won't happen
just like pretty girls
are nice to look at
but are weak and thin
nothing seems
as is..
look in a mirror and ask is this everything thats within.
wake up wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem