A silver tear slides down my face,
I feel alone but yet I'm crowded by people,
my world starts to slip away form me,
my control starts to die out,
I feel the current pulling at me,
now I have no way out.
I'm lost in a world full of fear, hate and depression.
I sit on this blood covered battle field and know there is nothing I can do.
But sit here and feel this way.
A silver tear slides down my face,
a feeling I can not replace,
this moment I will not forget,
until they tell all of my death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem