No matter how the sun burns bright
there will always be shadows cast upon us in the form of night
when day dawns there comes the light
solace for those who wake
but for those who slumber will miss the morning sun
day and night the world turns round with no pause
and withouta sound
well never be free of its gravitational pull
until we learn to fly and go back to school
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem