Today I’m fine and doing well;
That was untrue a year ago.
I scraped my pride when I fell,
And wept for separations woe,
But now the tale is mine to tell:
The darkened skies have all been cleared,
There’s music playing once more.
The blind ship is now being steered
With a purpose worth fighting for,
The land sought for has swiftly appeared.
The fatal wound has all but healed,
The heart is ready to beat again.
The gaping holes have all been sealed.
I walk the streets with tilted chin,
For the memories have been concealed.
The future is rather bright ahead,
The garden flowers are in full bloom
And there’s life flowing in the river bed.
Turning my back to an empty tomb,
I’ll let you and the dead bury the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem