You let me ride the high horse of love
Then cut me down, to fall on your sword
A sword forged in the fire thats your heart
When you look at my face no tears will you see
I cry the tears inside of me
When you look at my face
Youl never see the feelings it hides
I keep your picture at my bedside
So you are the last thing I see at night
And when I wake its to the beauty of your eyes
Behind those eyes I see the sword
The sword that cut me down
And made me cry
If I ever ride that horse again
The only sword I carry shall be mine
And should I ever fall again
I ll be shure of the sword thats by my side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem