This morning the world don't love me but i don't care
i am happy i found peace, i hope it lasts a day
I fear the next few moments..if i seek it and it is not there
and the world don't love me, most days i go through hell.
Moments to me keep slipping away like sands
i can barely hold them within the palms of my bare hands
where they go, i do not know..perhaps in my eyes..
where they turn to liquid diamonds stained with lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem