Do you hear voices in the back of your day telling you to wait?
Can you feel the moving shadows swaying in your wake?
Do you beleive all living things must die a painful death?
Or is death a guarateed advertisment of peace?
Can you see the dying faces painted in our dawn?
And will the moon still watch over us after the silence of the storm?
Will the mountains stand as strong as they have done for years?
Will the birds be here and the innocence forgetting all their fears?
When it rains we know our time has finally come at last,
And all the peace and all the love will shine on through the dust.
forgotten memories from all around will flutter in a song,
We will remember the words of yesterday and understand the wrong.
We'll write our future from the sun because the sun will never end,
And the rays of light will hide the blood drawn from my dying pen:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem