Here we are again your dressed in white lace.
A fire and a little candle light as we dine under the reflection of the moonlit sky.
Our favourite song plays.
We dance, play games, and talk of childhood times.
They are friends always in our mines.
For we were one big family that slowly drifted apart.
One by one we became of the fallen.
Angel please save us.
Show us the way.
Guide the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem