The journey continues, to discover something new
It is time to brew glory, within these walls
Dark shall soon fall, and bless us all
And be prepared to stand tall
Please bear this dying route, that’s preventing us to go any further
Preventing us to be together, as many had suffer
From the life they once have surrendered
It is a scare, and I am afraid
I might loose my head, upon who might be dead
Who comes next? I am glad
It is yet the time, for them to claim
What’s ours, on this beloved ground?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem