You'd hang me like a puppet
With dangling strings
With anger you shall stuff it
As i hold back my cringe
The act of selfish desires
Is not a flair to be.....
It's the sweet with the dire
When what you lack is what you need
And im just a play to dress
Or a painting to decorate
Oh, im a token of regrets
With you as my silver plate
Oh, you're by far the most
I target of all oaths....
In silence i deplore.....
Or despise of which im not sure...
Oh, what am i aiming for?
Why am i out here?
I've never seen this place before...
I hope it's not another place to drear...
Oh, where you can't play my strings
The strings of my soul.....
To the deepest satisfaction i cling...
I cling to the essence of home....
That's what im living for....
That's what im living for, true...
That's what im living for.....
And you can't live with me too....
We can't be two....
We can't be two in one....
This can't be true....
Because im right where i belong...
Oh, where i belong....
In the arms of sunrise
In the shades of the moon
The days i'd despise...
Will no longer be you....
That's what im giving for
And not giving up
That's what im giving for
In the deep sight of love....
My love.....
Oh.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem