And in the midst of darkness
who will answer your call
In the perfect utopia
quis custodiet ipsos custodes
At the gates of death
how will you smile and laugh and scorn it
At the depths of the ocean
how can you breathe the air
When the Grim Reaper knocks on your door
who will you mistake it for
And when death and destruction rains
where is your shelter
Driving off the edge of the cliff
where has the road gone
And when life smiles
will you be wary and suspicious
When the tides of time crash on your back
will you stay strong and unmoving
When time rolls back into the mist
will you keep the memories
When the line between sanity and insanity blurs
which will you be in
At the moment of disarray
will you find your place
At the place of temptation
will you have the courage and strength to walk away
When true is false and evil is good
where has your discernment gone
As you're falling to your doom
what goes through your mind
When you're all alone
what do you do differently
Looking into the eyes of a murderer
how do you feel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too many difficulty questions to find out suitable answer for each one.