When my eyes close
And I’m laid to rest
And pounds of dirt
Sit on top of my chest
When my simple existence
Is thriving no more
And my soul is at peace
Like the waves on the shore
When I sleep for the last time
If white light I see
I hope that the angels
Are waiting for me
For if God decides
That it’s my time to go
If I must die with pain
Then let it be so
And my only request
Through my joy and my strife
Is that all of my pain
Reflects all of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very interesting. very nice. i enjoyed it