The life I once lead as a child
It's all been but taken from me
Away I go; to a land
So very foreign, but so well known.
To both me and my friends,
I'm left grasping their hand.
As this is our final goodbye
And last and only chance to say,
What was forgotten to us;
Till it wasn't a chance,
We'd ever get or have again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
me and my friend, good write, thanks.