The nights get hard to deal with
Having no warmth to hold me
Having no one for my love to give
I'm a lock without the right key
The angel takes the soul
I hear it on the radio
I'm a giver without a givee
My love is my gift
I have a lock box without a trustee
This burden I can't lift
The soul burdens the angel
So they send it back to me
In a lonely room it dwells
They sent it back without the right key
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, I think I know how you feel!