I hold him up, 
Higher then myself.
I let you take him, 
Saying you have him now.
And I let him go, 
It's your turn now.
Just promise me this; 
You will never
Let him fall.
But if you do, 
I will catch him, 
I promised him that.
While I watch you suffer.
But I can see him in you, 
And I know, 
He'll be okay.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
'While I watch you suffer...' There's something cold and vengeful in that line. The whole poem is warmhearted, and then that. But I might not be looking deep enough :)