we stride right to the strife !
the time break down our life
the blue take me down every time
Backdown is not our deadline
burying the sorrow hush our shine
ALL we have to do is try
or all you'll find to do is cry
Lost soul run out of breath
Astray feelings are facing death
I let every thing slide
and a new hope go out of sight
Sobs are the solely sound
where our times could be found?
All we have to do is stare the sky
and all we'll find to do is cry
[Poem] Mon premier poème en anglais ! 
