No more tears, for these eyes. I don’t want any more pain underneath my skin.
If I told you are my star, you’ll be shining so brightly up in the sky.
So if I go before my time, just tell me something sweet. And maybe I’ll be your star
Up so high above the moon.
Is there anybody there? If so, then let me know. Maybe I will be the star in the sky
So if you’re alone, just look up at the moon. Then you’ll know that I was there beside you.
Won’t you tell me something kind, for my ears to hear? Even I can C you from this moon
Up so high.
So when the days are gone and nothing to do, you can listen to your heart and prey for that day that I shall meet you again.
September 6th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem