The dry valleys
sculptures created by wind
out withered boulders
and all around ice
Is that how your soul feels?
A cold and windy place?
Or is a fire burning inside you
like you're from another race?
Do you feel alien?
Do you feel strange?
Like you're a visitor
who's only here to taste?
Are you on a journey?
To a far away land?
Where you don't know,
where you're gonna land?
I'm here for you
you don't have to worry
I took care of it all
you don't have to hurry
You'll have to fight
in order to survive
but please also rest
All is all right
I'm your guide
you will be well
I'll land your plane
so you don't get to hell
I 'm your angel
I watch your soul
and when you sleep
I am not alone
I 'm beside you
each and everyday
I really love you
I really pray
When you're in trouble
it makes me sad
because I adore you
you are my lad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem