One day I’ll know how to write a poem
Which my own family will love,
In which they might pity their own blood
And feel kinship with one of their strange.
If I can accomplish that, who knows?
The world could be next.
One day I’ll know how to write a poem
Which my own family will love,
In which they might pity their own blood
And feel kinship with one of their strange.
If I can accomplish that, who knows?
The world could be next.