The world is filled with people, that much is true
Then how come even so, my heart is always blue?
There's someone missing, that I know,
A sequel of events keeping my spirits so low;
Dried tears streak down my cheeks,
The sorrows of my heart, all at their peak..
Oh when will I be free from this wretched life of mine?
I keep longing for the time I am to cross the line;
This life and the next, what do they hold for me?
Nothing perhaps, but soon I will see..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem