No matter how much you breathe,
No matter how much you believe,
Things will never be the same.
Too late to change your mind,
Too late to change time.
I slowly go where only few have gone before
I slowly go where you can no longer hurt me anymore.
If you change your mind
Don’t waste my time
And come and find me
For I will be waiting
Slowly waiting
For all time
At heaven’s gate
For a hurting embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem