You have blood but you never bleed
Yet you use it to write books that nobody reads
Telling stories that no one believes
You long to find eyes of those that see
You cannot find it here in me
It is trapped waiting to be set free
From a world that hides to breathe
Lost in chaos without a place to breed
Nothing holds a candle upon its creed
It will always be something that we need
They came in and pulled us all like weeds
But we came back because we were the seeds
Now they all look like us and you look like me
We are the tears of the soul that never again have to bleed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem