My armour that I wore with zeal
Lies rusting in the sun
I stand before you naked, helpless
Still I do not run.
For you have neither knife, nor dagger, hammer, or a gun.
I trust you
And in that clue
I've said the truth
As all I knew
Take my fragile, trembling hand
As we stride for a life anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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