My Lord whom to thee?
Thy love whom to be?
Doth it matter to be?
Where the answer lies?
Beneath the flies of our cries?
My Lord- - urges by this author unknown,
Known my thou...
Where to free?
Really it matters to be?
Where to free?
Tied by these punctures of preach!
My Lord
Let me free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem