I don't know what it is,
But I know that I want it
So you can go ahead and point your fingers,
But at least I can admit it
Say what you want,
Sticks and stones
You'll never see,
But it's everything to me
So what if it'll be a long journey,
At least I'm making something of myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing Jesse good write