Walking away is never easy
To perish at will, it was breezy
Choices were made in the silences
In the court of truth, his case commences
Was never infaithful but today was a lie
Through the sorrows, never heard a cry
Heaven cried thorugh the sky
Life is hard, but its harder to see you die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem