A Lullaby From My Heart Poem by olham Neruda

Like the mad man on the street,
My heart keeps singing,
The vacuum of lonely spreads within,
This song is a song of hope,
Telling me of the evil of old,
Little cry, Little water,
Little by little
my strenght and my courage are drown,
i tried to hold on to the rope,
But the bitter blood
Of loneliness and rejection
Tear my heart apart,
And thus my heart sings,
The song without a pitch
For live is for me,
No lullaby can kill
the beat.