The time has come,
When all things fall alseep,
Leaving behind,
The tells of the day.
How come,
Even when the world is silent,
The footsteps of my heart,
Keep marching through the night?
Maybe its from,
The voice I keep hearing,
Calling out to me,
Because its lost and alone.
No matter what,
Even if it's ignored,
It seems to keep going,
Cause it wants to be heard.
It reminds me,
Of how I once was,
Lost and afraid,
Yet never giving up hope.
Again and again,
I kept calling,
Until out of the dark,
You appeared and took me away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem