Silk sheets, a soft pillow but I can not pass through this invisible force field that protects them from me.
All I can do is stand here and look in at every one else enjoying these comforts.
I fall down on my knees put my hands together to pray.'this is not the life for you my child' he says.
So I stand up, turn away and walk today,
PURE FAITH!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem