I'm sick of thinking
It recks my mind
Dreaming the dreams
I wish were mine
I long for you to listen
During my times of need
I write this poem
For you to read
When you look down on me
I hope your proud
For you created me
Your love I bound
When you grasp my soul
And snatch my breath
I will have fallen into your arms
As a result of death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem