People run,
Shedding from a fun...
They once had,
Under bright clear Sun.
But...
When all is said,
And their fun has been done...
People run.
People run.
People run,
Away from anyone...
Who isn't there to comfort,
To help them overcome...
Whatever it is,
That invites their fears...
When the practice of madness appears.
People run...
When the practice of the madness appears.
People run,
Away from anyone...
Who isn't there to comfort,
To help them overcome...
Whatever it is,
That invites their fears...
When the practice of madness appears.
People run,
Shedding from a fun...
They once had,
Under bright clear Sun.
But...
When all is said,
And their fun has been done...
People run.
People run.
When the practice of madness appears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem