I sit here and watch the world go by
i wounder the secerts people hold
the pain thats in their hearts.
I look over to see a child sleeping
so settled in it slumber.
The innocence of peace and youth
oh a mere memory of mine.
The years that have gone past
years off pain, loss and life.
We each have our own story to tell
off the past and the now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem