It's within these gates,
we plan our escape!
We live for a reason,
for each and every season.
To move beyond those mistakes,
that we will not retake.
To learn and then to teach,
to lie and then to preach.
We live, love and die,
which makes me want to cry.
There is no extension on life,
when it's so full of strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem