Hollow winds around me roarin
Waters round me rise
I sit here my fate deploring
Tears swelling in my eyes
That road is so dark
Them hounds they moan like hell
And I am so sick
May get better but i won't get well
But make no mistake
Cuz I am comin
I am comin back home
Your rhyme seems natural, not forced - a delight so see rhyme used well. This poem begs to be sung.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice display of rhyme. Hollow winds, nice line. Patricia