Free the man from his thoughts
Free him from his cry
Painting the canvas
Release his pain from the soul
The dog winston
Paints his feelings
The feelings that takes his energy
The feelings that drains the mind
Everything out of control
Black dog riddling the mind
Overwhelming tide
Emotions take control
The mind a burden
But precieved as an angel
Feelings of a pointless soul
The political issues took control
The tide becomes stronger
The wind blows
War in the mind and outside
People expecting more
People demanding and calling for more
When he tried
They only cried when he died
People praised
When the casket was raised
People Hollard his name only when he suffered the pain
Black dog riddling the mind
Overwhelming tide
Emotions take control
The mind a burden
But precieved as an angel
Feelings of a pointless soul
A leader whilst a country at war
Stress bleeding the soul
A feeling of burden
Whilst his heart walm not cold
The vibrant colours
The canvas holds
The emotions expressed in a view
One a eyesight only knows
The war outside
Fire from side to side
Alliances holding each other like pillars
Holding them up
When land is raided and the people rashoning
Winston held up high
The country that he thought would die
After a settlement
No disagreement
People called for him
Free the man that fell six foot deep
Free the man from the black dog
Black dog riddling the mind
Overwhelming tide
Emotions take control
The mind! a burden
But precieved as an angel
Feelings of a pointless soul
Death do us part but life goes on
Winston kept going from the start
His legacy goes on
'GREAT BRITAIN'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem