When midnight sleeps
and the door of heaven opens wide;
often do you wake
trying to peek a look inside
and see what’s special of this place.
When love dies
and the heart cries the infinite song;
often do you wake
trying to figure out what went wrong
and will the future be easy to face.
When friends smile
and their eyes are honest and kind;
often do you wake
wondering if they will find more time
to keep the days a little less demanding.
When morning dawns
and the dew sparkles in the early sun;
often do you wake
will your battle ever be won
or will your doubts ever meet understanding.
When memory speaks
and its tenderness makes you cry;
often do you wake
listening for the past to whisper its goodbye
hoping only for one more chance
so that your love may be given one last try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
muy bien Sebastian..when our thought played events of the past...a smile and tears goes together