I know where is home,
Let me take you home.
Home, home, sweet home,
You cry and I hear in dome.
I know what you do
And in your deeds
I discover where I am
But I am unable to find you.
Are you at the mercy
of the sound? I am here
Soundless, see, my dear.
Your anger is my wealth,
Keep it in tact and use it
At the time of needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem