I am standing on the ground, 
staring at the crowd, 
Silence cover us, 
It brakes my nerves, 
Oh wait, 
i have to talk, 
the crowd is waiting, 
they want to listen, 
But i am FROZEN, 
they say speak, 
but i needed a break, 
the crowd is raged, 
a sound coming from the end of the stage, 
It was my friend, 
with a guitar, 
came rocking the stage, 
and telling me to loose, 
but i didn't have the confidence, 
But i knew i had to do it, 
So i raise my voice and sang the noise, 
the crowd gone Untamed, 
I was glad that they came, 
But now it is end of the show, 
and they have to go.!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    