see me become a child again
he who has lost his ways
left alone in the unforgiving rain
unheard are the words he says
not a soul his eyes can see
not a word comes out of his mouth so shut
fear takes over him completely
wants to end it all, but...
a faint sound makes him stop
develops into a song so divine
afar she stood on a hill top
sung the song of Xanber, the love shrine
he moves on near to see her face
to see the last hope to live
ascended he finds a sun dried place
lo! a shepherd girl with a spare smile to give
the little boy has hope atlast
a new way lies ahead
with her the sky's clear of the overcast
die? but decides to live instead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a child is a natural leader