The Sun Shines down on me
Through this glittering Gold.
and the Act of Remembering
Brought me to Glory.
Forever Standing Tall
Never to be Alone.
But Now the Dust has Settled
and The Shimmering is Gone.
I'm Holding on to all That is Worth
and From Now On My Glorys Gone.
As My Image in the Mirror Falls to Shards
The Blood Pushing Through my Veins is as Thick as Tar.
Before I Come to You to Say I'm Sorry
You'll See What's Left in me From my Faded Glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem