Walking through the night,
I’m waiting for the fight,
I kneel at his grave,
And start to rave,
“Why didn’t you stay?
To keep my troubles at bay?
Help me to fight,
Hoping that I might,
Just help me.
But it was she,
Who tore you away,
She kept you at bay,
You tried to get past her,
You tried to go faster,
But she wouldn’t let you,
So you used the tool,
That cold metal in your hand,
A click and then you left this land,
My father,
Who now is up higher,
You watch over me now,
Because of when you didn’t know how,
Help me to live,
As you never could have,
And always know,
Against every foe,
I love you dad.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem