If I am not here where will you be?
Sitting in the dark alone
Not noticing the sunrise at dawn
In the great deep forest of mess
The future you do not dare to guess
Where were you when you called me?
Looking at the phone book searching
Only my name sticks out and shines
The twinkle in your eye glistening
You called on me following the signs
Where will you be if I am not here?
Think about the days you needed me
You’d come to look back and realize
We are not here after all to criticize
What happened to us was meant to be
Where will you be when I am gone?
Like the rainbow after the storms
Can you still feel the warmth
Or the sun is much too hot to bear
Too late to call back on rain to be there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem