When the darkest days have passed
and the glory days are at the last
you look beyond the shadowing field
and try to see the light resealed.
i smile at my darkest days
and rejoice in the hidden ways
that you seem to make me understand
that you are more than a mere man.
gentle beasts roar around
my heart is thudding with the sound
my hand reaches out with timid restrain
to stroke the beast's cascading mane.
they surround me and look at me with curiosity
language i cant speak is in their eyes
i try to change but this world wont let me
i cant..i just cant..
the sun is setting and i've nowhere to be
i've no one to see..
i'm on all fours and i'm running,
oh the freedom! !
i can speak freely now
and i am who i was ment to be
the beast rips herself out of my frail body
and i scream thunder towards the moon.
i wake in a bed of leaves,
my mind questions of who i've been.
i shudder with the sound
of the howling of the ailing hounds.
so i look on,
towards the rising sun,
to forget the days of past,
and climb the wall of the outcast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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