When horror arises
Fret churns to frame
An ambiguity of wonder
That's not the same
You close your eyes and count to ten
Belief you'll wake up
From this hell and shame
But in your dreams
You're standing in blame
Up to your neck
It's not the same
It's not the same
It's not the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem