To which we come
And face the end
It's time to meet
Not time to bend
The light will shine
The bright will grow
For those who climb
And dont let go
If good endings
Always came true
Then I would wish
I had one too
Instead it's gone
The time has passed
Fucked up again
It's been my last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem