I sang my song to you
When you were not there
I said my words to you
When you would not hear
My friends were dancing for me
I was the centre of that
Brightly coloured merry-go-round
Of their love and concern
All around.they danced, up and down
Like puppets on the strings
Of my imagination
They all cheered a big hurrah
When I sang my song to you
When I told you my words
They bathed me in the light
Of their forgiving souls
But I did not feel its glow
My heart was cold as snow
Falling on
The frozen ground
Of that faraway winter
Where I sing my song to you
And you do not care
When I say my words to you
And you do not hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem