All thru life people run from who and what they are.
Always in search of what they could be or would be.
I am but a poor country boy that is searching for the answer to a dream.
I believe in the end time.
People will be running to and fro hoping for the opportunity to see their God.
I shall be in my simple way hoping and believing in the love only you can bring to my simple soul.
Time is but a fire that burns within me.
Every second passing is an increasing desire that fuels the anxiety inside my simple existence.
I believe that before time ends and the oceans are required to release the souls it has collected.
I will be granted a private audience so that I may utter the oldest promise ever made.
I love you! !
I only ask that you grant me one wish.
That when you take a breath.
Think of me.
So that I may be with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem