To never have to see that hollow look in your eyes
Never again feel the chill of your skin
To never again see the blue tint in a loved one's lips
this is where my dream will begin
To never have to say good bye
and watch you wither away
to never again shed a tear
for loved ones gone astray
My dream is as simple as can be
I don't wish to out-live my family
I wish to be there waiting when their time is done
not to have them waiting for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very nice dream indeed