Our beautiful home is already dead,
And miss the words of my family where I played.
I prayed to Jesus Christ the Master of love and light.
Spare me another moment to live,
To sacrifice the home where my family stayed.
Our home was not totally cured,
But still I love and sacrifice them,
So that our family and our home became fruitful.
Where all our experiences stayed at our home,
And we are now happy and silently lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem