What can I ask, when theres no answers?
What can I say when all the questions have been asked?
What else can you pretend I'm after?
After your thoughts, your mind, your heart
This night is calling me to sleep
With all these thoughts I'm losing grip
I'm gone, but I'll return, I have no choice
I will rejoice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem