We walk with out a cause
we talk with no heart
we make a pass on love
but its like shooting in the dark
We hold on to our sanity
we grip tight before the fire
we act tough because we are vulnarable
but that is why we are liers
We feel as if our skin is gone
we say we have no care
we assume love will be cured
but its a cross that we'll just have to bare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem