The passages of time are like tunnels through my world
They take their toll on every step I take
And when this world is done with me, I’ll reach that light
And know the life I led was no mistake
Recorded in my memory, and stored in cells so secretly
I keep my thoughts where no-one else can find
And knowing I have done my best repeatedly
I’m satisfied and have a peace of mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem