T-he beacon in the morning
E-liminates the cold night;
S-eptember eighth Friday,
S-unshine sets things
A-right.
B-egin to see the light,
U-ntil the dawn breaks somehow;
L-ife's darkest days are
A-ll behind you
N-ow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem