As I sit alone and write this
I think about all that I miss
Missing you next to me
The sounds of being free
Now I sit in constant fear
Afraid to shed a single tear
Looking out for number one
Glad for every vision of the sun
Each dream I choose to give
I look at my heart, reason to live
Nothing will take my pride, my love
Not even you, not even the thing above
I can’t believe, you deserve better
I love you, but this is my last letter
I’ve been getting away for too long
Now I’ll be going away for too long
Live the rest of you’re life now
You should stand up and take a bow
For all you’ve been through
I’ve just kept you in a queue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem