Souls Burning
Souls burning, hope dying. All around me there critizing. Walk forward just to get knocked down. It must be over now.
Souls burning, hope dying. This never ending fight inside me. Losing grip the harder I try, losing grip the more I cry.
Souls burning, hope dying. Is it over yet? This demon inside me is aching to be free, this demon inside is killing me!
By: Taylor Young
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I would like to translate this poem