I hold him up,
Higher then myself.
I let you take him,
Saying you have him now.
And I let him go,
It's your turn now.
Just promise me this;
You will never
Let him fall.
But if you do,
I will catch him,
I promised him that.
While I watch you suffer.
But I can see him in you,
And I know,
He'll be okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'While I watch you suffer...' There's something cold and vengeful in that line. The whole poem is warmhearted, and then that. But I might not be looking deep enough :)