Who's there for me
the man with all the answers
with everyone in the world
but has no one when needed
tears fall
but nobody is around with a tissue
heart skipping a beat
no ears to check for thee
showing love
lending a helping hands
but when thy chips fall
no love is showed
hands disppear
seeing something afar
coming up to a mirrior
only to see the reflection of myself
the answer to my question
who's there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem