I stand there on the mountain top and gaze down towards the sea,
breathing in the fresh air that the lord himself provides us with,
I wonder how I should carry on without the help of a friend
my world slowly crumbling into a pile of dust, and my heart aching with pain.
My tears, as hot as lava and as pure as gold, moves like a river flowing out to sea.
It burns my skin and leaves a scar that can never be hidden, a memory that can never be erased.
My spirit seeks revenge, from the one that I once adored, but my heart fights with loyalty and turns hatred into love.
I may turn into a monster at times thinking of nothing but hate,
and I may say things that are hurtful but I really don't mean a thing,
there is no magic that I believe in, that is stronger then love.
listen to your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem