Roads of life end in death, there is no more to live through,
hearts lying still and silent within each of us in that very
last breath of life.
No songs or celebrations, our minds closing on our turn here
on earth and reopening in heaven to the beauty and glory of
our Heavenly Father.
All hardships, loneliness and sacrifices have been finally
put to rest and we need not worry about anything anymore for
we have finally gone home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem