The blood of man, oh the blood of man.
In internal conflict just trying fight it.
I don't want anyone holding my hand never did.
Just another cry to live.
Tell me now can you hear it.
In all it's beauty, in all it's substance.
Just a promise, just a long dead promise.
It already forgotten, I don't live in fairy tales.
Anger in, a smile out.
A tear drop becomes the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem