Anew wolves are fighting in my soul.
And I am feeling black like a crow.
My old scars are bleeding like hell.
Shall I rise to my feet again?
I had a sack of pride but I lost it all.
And I am feeling black like a piece of coal.
There is no rescue in anyone's eyes.
Kind people keep hurting me telling lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem