Softer than water is Your love for me
but there are times when it's so hard to see;
perhaps to feel's a better word to use
and it's like this in a life that we choose.
The door of my heart which once was open
is now almost closed and somewhat broken;
there are too many pieces that we hold
to keep us from shutting out all the cold.
Ill winds of change are also blowing strong
this fate of mankind seems to be so wrong;
those lessons of the past are now taunting
and that morning's aftermath is daunting.
Can one expect to survive and stay here
when hostile forces are now causing fear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem