The sun rose, he moved on.
The sun set, he moved on.
Dawn came, death came.
For he who had waited so long.
But he was given another chance.
He was reborn.
Into the soft waves.
The sun rose, he lived on.
The sun set, he lived on.
Dawn came, life came back.
Dawn left, and in its place was death.
For he who had waited so long.
No more chance came.
He did not regret.
For he lived like a king.
No, he did not regret.
10/25/04
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem