I see my horror in his eyes
Hear my fear in his voice
Yet he boldly shouts what I fear to even think
We face the same struggles
But he as the lion and I as the sheep
For I go to slaughter quietly
While he fights for every breath
I long for that courage
I pray for that strength
Yet it escapes my attempt
I search for a way to avoid falling
And he welcomes the chance to rise again
That is the difference between
You and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem... It takes courage to write, always remember that :)