Go! report of what I've done,
Your life is in danger;
Like a land that full of miner.
Go! send it to the wind,
That i can't breath;
Like i am in a Crete.
I made a smoke not to betrayed me,
But to make my life better;
I sacrificed myself for you,
Not for my own, but for us;
Follow your way;
And you can see the light.
Your oneness to the wind,
Make you up to sky,
When your in the sky;
Don't forget your land,
The land that where you came from;
And the reason why you're in the sky.
I'm sure it's hot up there,
Come with me and be my friend;
I'm here in the land,
Waiting and ready to help you;
I know you don't have to talk for;
Come with me; and I'll comfort you.
(March 31,2011- Thursday)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem