As the gentle southern rain softly whispers of you.
The ache i carry deep in my heart washes over me
Just once more to see those green eyes of beautiful hue
Staring right back at me, oh the changes you will see.
Gone is the child, grown is the man who finally understands.
The price to pay for running wild will leave such silent scares.
You left this world too soon to see the boy become a man.
If only I could change the past rewrite whats written in the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem