Me inside free to be what you can see,
In times like these we've never seen were blind.
There is now no love or hate hidden a treasure
If our fate should be.
The carts roll out for thee and prayer you seek.
In the mist where I can hide and people blind can
Pass on by the quiet on my own I cannot bare.
If I could and try to do this then and my love
Through trust by me I'd let him in.
And wisdom was the worst of sin the face of God
I would let in for such is what real love could bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem