It's clearly not more than half true
The effort I've invested into my dreams
But I've somewhat seen it through
In the attempt to forgive the falling regimes
Don't repeat the mistakes
Everything is bound within our flesh
The strains of anger textured with hatred
Within nothing in memory that can't refresh
The scent of times sacred
I know all my mistakes
I'll amend one day
No matter what it takes
So old friend, what do you say?
Is there still any sense to the rhyme
Or has it outgrown me in due time
Maybe just the lack of days sublime
Everything I have ever known
Has shown to know me better
So know I'll have to turn in
Turn in this bloody letter
To apply for days better
No more terror
But it could be far too late
If I start mentioning loose ends
No time for this old debate
Everything that my eyes had seen
Has somewhat come undone
Without any gleam
No matter how high the rising Sun
Not to repeat the mystery
For only winners write history
I guess I should just leave
Admit that I know
Which story I should believe
Once I'm long gone
Cross the aftermath
Above the flames I've been force to manage
Follow the hidden path
So we can demonstrate fear and it's damage
Towards a man trying to be kind
Everything I have is crooked
Just like my mind
And all that I've known and seen
Was never really defined
I know I can align
But now, without doubt
I won't sit this one out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem