There's always that special moment
That brings you back in time,
With nostalgia quaint and faint,
And covet verses come to mind.
Playing sublimely over again,
In a song that you will remember,
And hope the graying tune
Would not escape into the air.
With individuals names you will hear,
Shinning betwixt memories and stars
They're a never ending blessings
Until heaven blacken the scars.
Fame regaining a new choir,
It wasn't for the things that happened,
In disguise during the last year,
And events we have taken for granted.
There is always going to be the sharp pain,
That is killing you from inside,
And leave you teary eyed stain.
Emotions start with fear and begin to hide.
The confuse flow of poignant feelings,
With voices disguising broken promises,
The heart cries out in voiceless peelings
And that prayer brings you back to your senses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem