my life seems broken, destroyed with out a thought of hope
i pray to my mighty god does he hear me
i wonder to myself who am i why do i have an existence on
earth have my mighty one abandoned me i feel so lost
kept in a box of threads that holds my life once
more i question myself who am i
and do i belong here why do people not like me
my loyatly isnt enough for anyone no one
can keep my trust everyone always turns on me
why me and who am i
google (images) -] philippe petit -] keep on (or start?) dreaming! life is a wire... it' difficult to pass through, but not impossible... =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow full tragic if it so than i pray misfortune adeiu you may you have your love and comfort again and smiling on thy sweet face....