No one knows the hard is living like this <br />Blank pages waiting for my pen’s ink <br />Pieces of me scratched under that sun <br />There are so many songs I wanted to sing <br />How I wish to know to sing that songs <br />I know you would follow me sweetly <br />If I had seen it before you leave me alone<br /><br />allan macli borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unsung-songs/
