Listening to the childs song
the tuning fork struck on a prong
the gaurd on the computer is playing pong
but for freedom I long
Crying in the woods
freeing my blood
crying for them
crying for him
Singing for him
listening for them
passing shadows in my mind so grim
staring between the bars of a crib
the tears I watch him shed
are not but fibs.
for his heart beat stills behind his tiny rib
his eyes blood red
for him I will live
for him I will cry
for him I must try to survive
for him... I will die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the ending is so powerful.. itd do similar to my situation but its for my little sister that i will live, cry, survive and die for wit hall my heart and without a doubt. this is a great poem 10+