Behind my fear
and isolation
I’m confident
confident
you cry, because
you can’t understand
I’m just getting older
the tide is turning
we have no choice
only still wishes
the tide is turning
it turned me away
don’t lose your mind
before the weather changes
and winds of change
bring me back to you
now to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem