Return
Return to this place I can't,
Exiled I must be from where I belong,
Time and mankind stood against my return,
Ultimately my spirit will roam until peace is found,
Rivers of sorrow flowing from my eyes,
Never able to return to my homeland.
By Christopher Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are so lucky we do not have to experience this kind of think...how difficult it must be.. great write. Annette