The cold ground ageist my face,
I struggle to move.
My ears can heir crying,
My eye’s can only see pain.
I try to move,
I try but I can not succeed.
My heart is racing,
Nearly as fast as we were going.
I am falling asleep now,
All I heir is my heart that is slowing,
I just cant keep going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem