One more stolen day has passed jeach moment has gone by way to fast.
You tick them off one by one as if you think again you have won.
Little do you Know how could you comprehend.
Too far have you pushed me I am at the end.
I am saving up for the final day.
A wretched price we all must pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem