when the world comes to an end i will be forever forgotten
my dreams my hopes my suffering will be forever forgotten
the days i loved and the days i hated will be forever forgotten
like the sun that is bound to die so will i
like the birds at the end of their migration
for my nature call for me to be forever forgotten
for at the very end who are you? dont kid yourself
you cant out shine the sun
and you will never be as pure as a ocean
pursuit your goals in vain and loathe in every in emotion
and at the end you will see that it too will be forever forgotten
this world paints a pretty picture. but behind the painting
lies the lives it has taken to paint
when this world comes to its end my friends
it too will be for ever forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem