When all is calm, will you still be afriad?
When no one mocks you, will you still look over your shoulder?
When does wishing stop and trust begin for you?
Could you simply give up what you want for what you so despretley need?
When darkness falls and you don't feel alone, who will you think?
When your heart doesn't think of him anymore when once apon a time its all you ever did, who will receive your graditude?
When all of your biggest fear become so real you can't stand it, who will you run to?
When will you stop lying to yourself, and believe in the truth.
Will you run to a fix, a band-aid? Or a sure thing, a true salvation?
When? Because time is running out to answer. Then what will be your answer?
When?
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I would like to translate this poem
ooh, good one. makes you think. good job.