Will she miss me
when I'm gone,
When I've left her
and moved on,
Will she remember me
when she sleeps
and when she dreams
and if she grieves.
Will she love me when I'm gone,
when I've left her for what I've become!
now that my body's dead and buried
and my soul has gone to God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem