a child sits on a swing
the breeze flows through her hair
her chance of living
is slim to rare
no longer will she dream
of the rising sun
so young of age
and her lifes already done
with hope in her heart
she looks at your face
she's nothing more
than an angel fallen from grace
she asks you a question
simple yet true
one thats to be shared
just between you two
she asks you to live
to live your life for her
take advantage of each day
let not one become blur
for each day should be remembered
when your given the gift of life
live it in happiness
without conflict or strife
so says the child, 'i understand
how things have to be
now i leave you this question
will you live your life for me? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem