You will always give me time
That vast expanse of nothingness
Where soul merge with a greater soul
To fly away before I lay down
My weapons fighting this odd life
And look for a cell made of raw earth
You will listen to me for my all
Unfinished jobs for those who care
For my wellness and for those who work
To drive me to the brink of abyss
Of untold pain; I won't bear no grudge
For they made me what I am in my cozy cell
nice poem Tiku. You will listen to me for my all Unfinished jobs for those who care For my wellness and for those who work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain is to feel, life is to live, fight the odds, we are here with you, thanks dear