The sun hurts my eyes
Again, I am here in the shadows
My mind drifting into oblivion
Regrets and thoughts of the gallows
When will this stop?
When will this thing end?
Languishing are these bones
Until when will I pretend?
Pretend that I am fine
Even when I am forlorn
Feel as if all wounds heal in time
Yet never can carry on
Until when will I suffer?
From the costs of my own sin
Until when will I overcome?
And when will I ever win
Life is harder than hard
Times are tougher than I've thought
Today might be the last sunrise
So I'll make sure this, I wrote
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem