You may not like this poem,
I don't care if you do...

You know that I'm still here,
You know that i try hard...

To all my friends and dears,
To all thats in my life...

He thunders on,
The terrain flys by...

I wish you didn't have to go,
I wish this was a dream...

He's now a man no more a boy,
Eighteen summers, and one day old...

Its always hard when you break up with the one you...
Confusion reigns and pain is ripe...

The words i always said,
were sincere and from my heart...

I don't know why i write this,
Or why i do still care...

With broken wings i came to you,
a shattered heart, a lost soul too...

I took you by surprise,
This i know is true...

The words they did mean nothing.
The presents were all scrap...