No pain, no doubt, no hope, just hole

Smiles and dreams

Tears and drops,

rain and wind

cool and warm...

Walking on street,

Hold on me,

poems and poets

are what they have to be

but we are here,

we're still here...

Poets tells death,

poets told me sad,

poets writes blue,

but we are here,

we're still here,

can't we...?

I know I afraid you

but I'm afraid too

so why can't you

act as a man?

Act as a man...

No pain, just hole,

no thought, just hole,

no rain, just hole,

no doubt, just hole,

no hope, just a hole...

Walk on street,

hold on me,

'couse poems and poets

aren't me,

we are still here,

so why can't we ever

be together?