When my eyes go to sleep
And my weary flesh goes 6 feet deep
Let not your heart worry
Neither permits me sorry
For I am happier than thou art
And ever shall I be except thou be with me
I move with the wind
In the cold and in the heat
Weep not for me
For I leave this pervert place to live in perfect bliss
Happy is me and sad are ye
Don't weep for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing so much emotion
i thank you more Laquory Jones. i poured out my heart. many thanks for reading