Where will I end up,
In this cold cold world.
Where will I end up,
On the streets with a gun?
I'm losing my home,
And my family too
Where am I going,
What am I to do?
Will I graduate
Get a job I enjoy,
Or will I fail at life
And end in a strom?
Or could it be
that I will just die.
What will happen to me,
Where did my life go?
What is wrong with me
Where will I go,
I haven't a clue to
Where I will end.
I really really really liked your poem. I mean I understand it you am wondering where is your future going. Nice job
I really really really liked your poem. I mean I understand it you am wondering where is your future going. Nice job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is pretty set - we are born, grow up and one day die, like it or not.