Through the Valley we walk side by side
Behind your friends and next to civilization
The night kind to the panorama seen up high
Of what we say could be fridges or revolution
As on rails this scene was once before
Just the look of your eyes against the glass
The severed soul searching solemly for more
Coming, going, ending all for class
Trail wandering, friends out of sight
Leaving only us and darkness
So effortless the voice in dream that is so hard in life
Of asking and receiving the soul's delight
And though it ends with a no as always
The walk does not end and trail continues
Life in movie motion
My true emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem