Life is a song,
a mystery,
a time yet to be discovered.
Life is a time to find who you are,
who they are,
what things are and want.
Can we ever know,
what it's like to be new,
what it's like to be free.
Should we be the one to decide,
who should live and who should die,
who gets to stay and who has to leave.
What is this,
we are not God,
we do not rule the world or it's life.
Who are we to say what is,
what is, is what it is,
what will and wont be is up to just that.
Time will hold us back from knowing,
only time and fate,
the future of our destinies.
See that orb of life inside us,
a baby light held tight inside us,
the evidence of ourselves.
Who are we to take that away,
not a ruler of the universe,
but another life to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really nice poem. :) I like it!