Everything that i thought was right turned out wrong
when I thought they were wrong they were right
it is easy to wish that i never heard the song
with eyes closed i am still blinded by the light
its not sad to say
that yesterdays are gone forever
because tomorrow is a new day
and might be one of the greatest days ever
crying over spilt milk never helps ease the pain
i ve tried laughing to hide the tear
and still hold on to my world and remaining sane
strong and hard with nothing to fear
i ll look into Satan’s eye
and blind it with a spit
for my soul looks high
and my heart does not quit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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