One day in the future... many years from now
A spaceship from another world will visit here somehow
They wont find any life at all... for us the die was cast
All that will remain on earth are relics from the past
Their intellect will tell them of how we did things wrong
The glory that once might have been has now been dead so long
Images will be taken... records will be saved
Of ghosts that haunt the shadows of the promises we made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem