Hold my hand and see a new world,
beneath this meaningless graveyard of different reasons.
Have strong shoulders that always smile,
and walk towards what Heaven knows
with a promise not to sell your secrets.
Because the words i have to tell you
can survive between the lines,
and i am free if what's for sale releases me.
If i am only dreaming when you hold my hand;
And i am just a little more than summer rain sent to bed early.
Maybe like the sunset draws its sword
and makes a shdow out of you and i.
Maybe like faith ain't no dancer when the future dries up.
But don't get lonely to comfort me.
I found out my heart is trying to get out too,
and the unanswered question if each of us
is what to do with one heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem