I often wondered why I cried
Rusted love or a weary life?
Did I lie to cry or cry to lie
Cross my heart and hope to die?
I cried in sadness
I cried in plight
My heart felt heavy
Taut and tight
I cried for the world
I cried for a light
A candle did burn out
In the darkest night
Little did they see
Little did they know
That I cried to be free
I cried to let them be
I cried for a home, a dome of green
I cried for balance of life; unseen
I cried so I could borrow a while
I cried only to live worthwhile
I cried so I could pull up a smile
I cried for all those attempts; futile
Now to wonder why I cried
To stick up a needle in my eye
I cried to smile and smiled to cry
Cross my heart and hope to die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really good poem that flows very well, I like the timing and structure. Great work.