The third wind blows
right past my eyes
there's no escape
nor can I hide
crumbling earth
and falling skies
can't run away
now where go I
the shooting light
in the distance
keeps moving away
Once I was
as strong as you
but now he's dismayed
Now the sun's gone
as he hides his face
darkness lurks
on helpless preys
time stands still
and waits for him
counting on
his numbered days
Alone I've been
fighting now
and alone I may creep
he's weakened now
and he's lost his will
god please set me free
And I walk along
this dead of night
even the moon shys
to resurrect the light
I weep alone
to ease my pain
but there's noone left
to hear my cries
this tired man
wants no life now
but how could it be
Hold my breathe
and rest my head
and now I shall leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a feeling as if its impossible to get it backand hoplessness mixed with sadness. but the poem is well done