No doubts No time
throu1 throu9
Life’s to short
For you to be mine
It’s hard
Ill live
Life sucks
Just give in
Worlds wrong
It’s turning over
Its going gone
Come in my lucky clover
For what ever you please
Times rolling
Hold me please
Hold me forever
And die in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again, neat vague imagery, with your Irish roots exposed a little again