Today, it was not going to be
Yet it grew back too fast in me
Sucking up all joy and pink will
Letting me with a little chill
This too is me and who I am
Happy Mary is never a good dam
Under such a mighty grey cloud
Quickly I surrender to the flood
Sitting in my mood's blue corner
Where I am left the only mourner
Silently crying atop of my mind
I wait for a sharp turn in the wind
This is nothing frightening or bad
Maybe I was born to be a bit sad
Or I just was made to like a good cry
Yes maybe this is just the reason why
Simply so, leaving me with my scar
Yet all is good under my bright star
Next like the sun shine is coming out
Fresh from my corner soon I breakout
Now even, it might happen as I say so
Knowing that my mind can very fast thaw
Having watched one hour passed gently blue
For see, always I win and make it back anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem