Brace your face up,
High above the mountains,
And see me in the heart of the sky.
At the speed of light, am leaving not knowing when or whether i will be coming back.
Take a picture of me in your heart,
Tell the world the colour of my light,
So that when am gone, They will have a story to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mmm...maybe for the last line... 'you'll pass it on'... great line, this one; 'Take a picture of me in your heart, Tell the world the colour of my light, '