Harder than an iron wall
The winds of time roam on
A single soul stands tall
Among the barren hearts
Freed from the shadows of sadness and hate
The grieving cries
Of those left behind
Ring out
With love filled hands he will ebate
And sweep away the tears
Leaving behind
The essence of a man
Once and still loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem