In my vain I was left alone in depression,
Singing my favorite song,
I cover myself with ashes
Dancing to the rhythm all along
Though I will rise again like the morning bright blue sky,
I will be calling to tell you
how it feels to be me again and again,
Moonlight will shine
and home will feel like home.
In the rain I was left alone
Sadness sitting on my shoulder
I take an old taxi to nowhere
In particular not being able to walk any longer
Though I will rise again like the morning bright blue sky,
I will be calling to tell you
how it feels to be me again and again,
Moonlight will shine
and home will feel like home.
In my pain I was left alone
Sorrow holding me by my waist
I write postcards to myself
Holding it tight in my chest
Though I will rise again like the morning bright blue sky,
I will be calling to tell you
how it feels to be me again and again
Moonlight will shine
and home will feel like home.
Benyeakeh Miapeh
Writer/Artist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem