when the light begins to fade
deathly halos surround my soul
think i wont survive the fury
the sword waiting to draw the blood
turned, only to find fear and despair
no one can contemplate the pangs of the soul
no pain rises above the weariness
when times are troubled and emotions decieved
don't push me any further
gotta hang in one more day
free from the shackles of sin and shame
gotta fight with all my might
hope this might be the last
win or lose gotta find my destiny
to culminate in a tearful embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great writing...keep them coming - SG