why is it that when I cant find something,
the first thing I do is cry?
I know I'm a human being,
just trying to get by.
I need to find my book,
I have already tried and looked.
Its no where in sight,
I have looked everywhere light.
The only thing to do,
Is listen to my heart.
And then i found i knew,
where to look from the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem