strech out you hand
Once a while the rain pours gently
On my wounded character
Once a while they show interest
In forgotten souls.
In my heart plays a song
Dedicated to anyone whose
Parade is dependent on me.
I cry tears of neglect
I want to be free
Because I am the earth you choose
To destroy.
Without me there is no you
Nor you without me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem