You put my soul under lock and key
The beauty is gone like a leafless tree
You take no care with your cold rough hands
The souls have run ragged due to your demands
What you do with my soul I care not
It feels nothing for it has gone through alot
But it seems to remember the light it once seen
And to see it again is all it can dream
So if you have a soul I beg to you please
Take care of my soul and return its leaves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem