Ashes of the lost,
trapped in the darkness of a cave,
you will not suffer, you will be saved.
Your cremation, the cleansing of souls,
will bring peace to your world in the land of old,
It will bring hope to a very special little girl,
whose family will only gather to watch you burn.
Sweet ashes of the past, do not fret,
she will be fine and your memory she will not forget.
that after this life,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem