Our beautiful home is already dead, <br />And miss the words of my family where I played. <br />I prayed to Jesus Christ the Master of love and light. <br />Spare me another moment to live, <br />To sacrifice the home where my family stayed. <br /> <br />Our home was not totally cured, <br />But still I love and sacrifice them, <br />So that our family and our home became fruitful. <br />Where all our experiences stayed at our home, <br />And we are now happy and silently lived.<br /><br />Jesell Cabeltis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-elegy-of-my-lost-family/
