My husband once wrote a poem, which I thought was very beautiful, so I decided to make a video to it and got my grandson to compose og play music to it, for me.
The first two verses are as follows:
You walk your street,
old memories arise,
dreames of glory,
Fallen, but glad for the freedom,
finding in a new day,
nothing is as before,
the walk has come to an end.
Then comes more, which I am not going to translate now. Maybe later.