From being so chatty to be so gloom and then the silence take over, how fast things change. Everything is lost to the cold night; nothing will be the same again. There are no tears for all is frozen. That's the way things are we are force to accept it.
Tempers are high, spirits are low, a house divided, its true I forgot to pray for you, the war rages on but this battle is over.
Our enemies are everywhere, there would be expecting a response, that's why we need to make them wait and fear for we bleed not in vain. We are in a place ever welcoming but it remains a painful reminder, we have seen lives flash before our eyes. Now we widen our horizon for it's a brave big world and it's far from over. It will be over when my breath is no more, till then we do what needs to be done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep stuff......but nice