Wake me before I sleep to dead,
'cuz I know I'm not fine:
To myself, I did something really bad,
'cuz I found I'm not in the line.
Am in a dream that I can't leave,
a dream that took me too deep;
A dream that I wished to be beautiful
but now, turned really fearful;
Wake me before I sleep to dead,
'cuz I know I'm not fine.
Am in a dream, I made of my own
a dream I wished, be gone;
A dream that I wished to be dreaming
but now, from it m running.
Wake me before I sleep to dead,
'cuz I know I'm not fine:
To myself, I did something really bad,
'cuz I found I'm not in the line.
anything done bad can be overcomed by praying and doing good, wake up friend to see good things happening
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel as though your first line of your poem had me but then as I read on I felt lost in the words as though you were just grasping. I think you need to renew the poem I believe you need you dig deeper into your inner fear of death and dying and then you may be able to truly grasp the real truth of death and dying.. Please take my suggestion as just that a suggestion.. I think your poem could delve deeper into the concept of death and dying.. Just ponder what I have said..