In a garden at the oak your eyes stung and let me show
A glimpse of your heart inside
But you couldn’t give in ‘cause you’d be living in sin
Meaning you’re gonna loose your pride
Now the friendship was stained
With the wrong kind of paint
It slowly passed away
A head of steam makes me scream
I’d like to wake up from this dream
When I know that you’re the one
I wanna built my world upon
But I have to let go
this feeling of love
Or I don’t have you at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem