My hands are made of stone
But to adore a tower so high.
I need my palms to be made of light.
I need my limbs to be made of gold
So I have something else to live for
Some say I have demons in my bones
And that they creep out for souls to find.
But I believe they're just looking for.
A love I crave through my cowardice.
But I just want something else to live for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All things come with time