It's an endless journey we all have to follow,
But no matter how many times we've trodden on this path,
Our future will colide with your past,
Time and space will have no limits;
We seek consolation,
We beseech those above to help us,
But our pleas are left unheard
And we are to continue, lost in our melancholic thoughts.
No more will our feet walk upon celestial grounds,
No more will we hear the voices of our beloved ones;
We can only drag our sombre bodies
Through dark, gloomy lands
Until the one who seeks, shall find a beam of light
And frees himself from this cruel and wretched world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem