Staring Death in the face,
Is it my time, Is it my place?
Am I destined to die while I'm young?
Is my life ending just as it's begun?
The fear of staring at the figure of Death,
How long now 'til I draw my last breath?
Death pulls back it's hood - but do I see a face?
Is it time that Death put me into my place?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem