There's a line you cross when there's a cry
Eyes and sleep you try
Searching for light to find one is displayed
There's a night you never sleep in peace
There's a candle that must never burn low
From your conscience lighting below
When all grow dim to it you cliff
Through the way and lead you home
There's a song you sing when your voice is cold
Only to those you never see again
And you wave painfully all that goodbye hold
It follows the traveler that needs it less than home
There's a smile at the last mile of the way
To come to decent seated around you lay
And oh you take their head one and next
Then yield your breath by your desk
There's a cloud that covers at rainfall
But this time settle on your face
When you hardly see any need for the walls
See it all a dream of sigh
There's a cock that crows yet pretty late
When it is late to date
You only recall with flowing tears
Though it hurt and hard to bear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem