shallow in the stream of the turmoil
dungeon, ended with my dream of victory
that covers me the darkness of light
poison my heart and things will be reveals
capture my soul and all will come to reality
never pull down any wish, for nothing
ends without a result
the lure might surpass maybe today
but the blind may get its share, always
remember that even the clouds have pain in
the sky; thou the wind keeps on waiting the
birds to fly doubted of the wings
to go high
yes leave a place to cry and watch the
tears to fall to the ground, all have
come with a purpose and wait the closing eyes
to leave the precious eyes to see
the meaning of my touching heart
I come and die with you... surrender
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem