I always know the sun still smiles;
Though earth has turn'd her face away,
And sky has freed her darkest tress.
I always know the wind still walks;
Though trees like bronze statues stand,
And feathers sleep like heavy rocks.
I always know the heart still speaks;
Though ants' whispers seems far loud,
And corpses call me their silent one.
I always know the future is bright;
Though fists fear to face a flower,
And smile shuts to sights of sighs.
But if there comes a day of dark;
When senses fall to time's sword,
And faith flies o'er forgotten fields,
I will always know This friend will stay;
(Till time and matter end their day.)
These verses I etch, these verses I etch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem