Here a secret's been passed down
In quiet tears of passing years
If you give every dropp of love away
That's only yours, to give
When you are dead; no longer live
You'll drift away upon a cloud
And whenever Earth should weep out loud;
Slip down her watery tears, and rest
Upon the face of those you left
Behind; and when they wipe
Their eyes, they'll think of you
And wonder why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Makes me wonder why too rain to make them wonder why...I get it its a secret Patti...regards