I take your hand,
As we walk this land,
Side by side,
No need to hide.
Running through fields of grey,
Theres no time now to turn away,
You shall reap my soul,
And place my body in a hole.
Peace at last,
My only friend,
This shard of glass,
Until the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a close to the heart poem. friend are so much that the meaning says and consider yourself lucky to find such