Dawns earliest light giving me the fear I've been waiting for
Soon it would be when...
I look at the spot on the map, seen so many times by my sore eyes
Soon it would be where...
Outside, I hear laughing voices, fearless unlike me
Soon they would be who...
Fear, stress, anger, embaressmant
Soon they would be what...
Then a voice, pulling me down from my imaginations drift
Encouaging, supporting, helping, lifting
It will always be my How
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem