On the way to you
I had a rest at
A hotel without
A name and there
Strange people came
To show me places
I had never seen
And they took me
To rooms I had never
Been before. I saw
Children play and
I saw mothers cry
Out of a pain I will
Not know until the
Day I come to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To tell it in three words: I like it! Once more your fan; -)