I cant stop asking God why
Why do I have to be so shy
Sometimes these things make me sad
But I can never cry because I am so glad
And I ask God again why?
He answers me in the way I feel
And these feelings I am sure are real
My line between right and wrong is blurred
And when it becomes clear I no longer care
Is it wrong that I like to share
I have never felt this way before
Unfortunately someday somehow I will have to settle the score
But right now that it is not what is on my mind
I sit on the couch and try to rewind
To remember the beautiful things we have done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
crying is a wonderfull thing tat makesyou feel better: d.