I promise never to let it die
No matter the reason of why I cry
It’s not mine or yours, but a part of a little thing I call my heart
I’ll carry it around where ever I go
And, like a light, I will let it glow
Like putting in my chips, I got to call
Even if I fold this hand, the bet is never small
I’ll let it live in me as long as I live
And die with it when I got nothing left to give
The road to love blocked my way
I’ll find a way to you to say
I’ll see you around if not ‘til death depart
If I stop breathing, at least I still have your heart
-Tom Wall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem