Let me die silently
Before the time I wake.
The body deserves a rest
As the soul needs to be freed.
Meet me when my Maker insists
To bring you up with me.
Let me die silently
Before the time I wake.
The rashes have been painful.
Let go of my scorching world!
Meet me when my Maker insists
To raise me up for good.
tender poem, with pain, worldly resist did not make you, nice workout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yea, Some thing really dark here