I left my sword and shield in the closet
there was a lot of dust build on it
I cried when I saw it laying there
But then thought I would try it on again
It felt like an old friend
so I’m Back in the fight again
I left my soul in the closet
there was much pain laid upon it
I cried when I saw it laying there
But then thought I would try it on again
I need to inhale joy again
I need to raise my voice again
I left my past in the closet
there was a lot of dust built up on it
then I thought I will leave it there
I am the Knight, though tarnished armor
I raise my shield in my deference
I raise my sword in honor
and locked the closet door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem