I'm waiting
to be taken away
and where I go
only Time can take me
He leads me by my hand
and is a gentle and slow leader
as He takes me through the wicked stones
making sure I know what I'm leaving behind
I'm going through that gate
into the garden with no walls
to sing and dance and run free
and embrace all I want to be.
But Time is a patient guide
he is wiser than I
and all things are coming with he;
soon we shall arrive at the gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem