You held me in your arms
And healed my scars
Showed me dusts
And I believe it will last
When all flames burn down
And the echo will be gone
Right there in your vision I will run
When tomorrow will come
And the sun goes out
Right there in your shadow I'll be gone
You bent me down
As the dart struck the crown
Bled your blood
As swords went mad
When summer ends and the winter comes
And when birds can't fly I'll be the one
When smokes turn to dusts
And the sound won't last
Right there in the silence I'll Be gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem