These dark streaks on my hair, are beginning to rebel
There is not time to forgive, and now it is time
For them to feel despair, regardless of broken hearts
I simply do not care
As the clocks’ of night, are ringing every where
It is time for me to come back, I am ready
I am ready to prevail, claiming back my pride
For what was left behind, they cruelly mock me before
They’ll get the time of their life, and they shall pay
Hear me sing
Hear me sing
To the sound
of this broken ring
“Dark light, is giving me such chill
It is a thrill, having the love
From the greatness from the above
Rain drops and lioness
Are clearly witnessing, while the wind blew
And the cornfield, have people pacing
In and out serenading by nature’s hand
Gently caressing this blessed land”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem