The sun, and the moon,
the day and the night,
I do get it all, but I,
I just don't understand.
And the planes are roaming,
the sky just right above me,
Just like in my childhood dreams,
that ceased in the time to be.
Growing old was a bit in odd,
for all the things I couldn't,
Comprehend nor focus on,
and for all the laughs in silent.
Then that song I kept on and on,
singing almost like non-stopping,
While people driven bored and mad,
for the things I like on my hearing.
In the case you don't understand,
my heart that feels no aspiration,
Just hold upon my hands so tight,
and read along on my lips' annotation.
I might not understand much,
of emotions on the roaming faces,
But surely I do reckon in the sight,
a smile of innocence and the praises.
And pray to the One above,
I shall be for all my existence,
And forgiveness may I will make,
for all of those of the negligence.
Sweet melodies that I can hear,
now from the birds around me,
If my mind is simple now you think,
I thank God in advance, for I'm to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem