Sorrowfully walking down sandy shores, alone and crying,
asking why does life have to be this way.
Receiving no answer in return, looking out across the
ocean and it's furthest horizon.
Thinking to self, how will I ever make it out there on
my own?
Having faith, listening to the pitter patter of hope
within my heart, that I had thought was long gone.
Now seeing it's not, having stayed through it all,
finding an ending of life's path on this sandy seashore.
Directing in directions of inner thought, letting go to
travel past myself and into a garden of heaven at last
with no more pain or suffering.
Freed at last from the ties that bind me to this earthly
life, now no more to claim me on these sandy shores, being
illuminated in the soft moonlight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem