Space is a waste.
Far from outer space.
There is a face.
He is here and now.
You can hear is voice loud and clear.
You can not see.
But he is near.
He will make it rain.
For he would shed.
Full of tears.
For when he comes.
Don't have fear,
For he would be a dear.
He will fight for humanity.
For he will come again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem