Have another day to play I pray
another day to stay the hand
of time.
Will we see the comming of a dawn
twas never lost yet seem's
so hard to find.
Can we be, all that see the greed that
causes such as you, are we,
the color of the red
in blood such
meekness always was and is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem