Slowly as the fallen is left behind
being hurt every day
sleeping on the cold ground in dead winter.
no blankets no shoes or shirts nuthen to keep them worm.
one by one we the fallen die.
without our lovers by our sides.
we need his love i need him his heat and his strength now im slowly falling in to a deep sleep to never awake
GOODBYE I AM SORRY BUT I WONT RETURN MY LOVE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem