It may be just a thought.
They don’t know I am lost.
I will be caught,
laying down in the frost.
We know that they hate me.
Wishing me to die.
Among the lock and the key,
open it to set me free.
It may be just a thought.
Please lord, hear my plea.
On the earth I am here to rot.
Let’s go to the place that only I can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem