My empty shell is all I got, but never good enough for you.
Desperate breath of silence, meant to bring you see the true.
This brick of lies we call life I'm stitching words.
We are lonely departed and sad lived, as caged birds.
My salvation is you and what is yours.
Will you be for me the one that cures?
I'm not hero but right side of heaven.
Hope that you will be somewhere even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem