soon ii shall pack my bags and leave once again
soon ii shall be un-paking my bags once again but this time for good
this time for reall
soon ii shall have a place called home
soon ii shall always be loved
but can soon come fast enuff
can soon be hear tomorrow? ? ?
before ii no it ii will be there
before ii noo it ill be for ever happy
before ii no it there will be noo more pain
but this pain right now is soo badd
this pain of leaving them behind is killing me
this pain iss to much to bere
the thought of leaving them behind
is...... no words to say how much it hurts
there will be noo one here to help
them when they fall
no one to look after them like ii doo
no one to love these precious little kids
but soon ii shall bee happy once again
soon ii shall have a place too call home
soon.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem