Llinellau Hir
Gan fod y darn yma yn farddoniaeth mewn Saesneg nid ydym yn teimlo ei bod yn addas ei chyfieithu neu bydd patrwm ac odl y darn yn cael ei ddifethaf, felly mae'r darn wedi'i chadw yn yr iaith cyflwynwyd i Young Newport a CLIC – Golygydd CLICarlein.
I give it my all but take an unworthy fall,
Fires start to burn on the ladder upon which I once stood tall,
Burning as the smoke rises,
He begins to think deep and realises,
The arcade wasn't full of prizes,
And all the clowns are laughing,
Welcome to the circus ,
You're not the first and you sure ain't the last,
But you came into this game pretty fast,
So what do you wanna play?
The letter K.
A simple word to rip a man in two,
And scatter him till his paces are put through,
Do you like that price tag on my shoe?
I bought them to walk in all the wrong directions,
Meet the wrong people with half-felt affections,
Now I'm sitting here in the dirt feeling like I should of had more
protection,
But those hits came through and what was there to feel but simple
bruises?
I ain't saying goodbye until the scum bag loses,
She's getting sent back to hell,
She's gonna have a few stories to tell,
This ain't no fairy tale,
So let's set sail,
Let the blistering wind blow, in the cold frost and days of old,
Cos I'm sick of this to the point of tenfold,
Those high prices people, I'm getting sold,
Street corners and back rooms,
The true begins to loom in an awkward room,
Filled with silence,
And a girl with simply thoughts and a
brilliant defiance,
A perfect appliance,
To a failing society,
Children grown with imperfect thoughts,
Ten bags embedded in their
slave manufactured shorts,
Walking them to the courts,
A jury who don't care,
A judge who is far from fair,
Has no one noticed this nightmare?
Or are you still dreaming a dream while you have a simple glare?
Cos the dream is a lie,
Made by people suited up with a nice tie,
Looking so fly,
Consider themselves high as the sky,
The real people are people who can't afford a pie,
Stuck on the floor feeling quite shy,
Was on the right track but on the wrong train,
Looking so vain but now it's just a shame,
The famous have gotten lame,
The wheel we can't tame, are in motion,
Its all such a commotion,
With no respect for that old position,
The position of love,
Grenades held in the claws of a dove,
Grenade tossed and all will be lost,
At such a high cost,
Explosion, shock wave,
Beautiful mountains of thoughts and emotions begin to cave...
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