buried deep beneath the ground
longing for the light of day
hoping that we'll soon be found
strain to hear the slightest sound
knowing help is on the way
buried deep beneath the ground
within this chamber we are bound
frightened eyes that look away
hoping that we'll soon be found
weakened timbers, so unsound
many years of slow decay
buried deep beneath the ground
dead-end tunnels all around
cast together we must stay
hoping that we'll soon be found
silent darkness so profound
isolated we should pray
buried deep beneath the ground
hoping that we'll soon be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem