There you are on the edge of your time,
Ready to jump, ready to take on what comes by.
But so many not ready to fly.
So many of you seem to sneak on by.
Seem to trick and scheme, plot and lie.
So I let you know I'll have no remorse.
When you leave to fly, and fly only to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem