I see the sky without it
stars
I see a mother without
her son
I see a friend without
a friend
I see a man with
his faith
If u travel please don't
stay too long
however short 'll make a long
Every friday could make an end
It is a journy withouth a
end
So if you laugh remember the
cried
If you are high remember the
lowered
may we be what he wants
us to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really fantastic poem, like it, a great write.