Hold on true friend
All this torture and chaos will soon end
There are times when you ignore them and see
I turned to see you looking at me
I can hear them not so clear
Their voices never seem to disappear
A scream inside wanting to come out
Anger growing enough shout
What they say is nothing
All I can think about is something
You're still here
Someone so pure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem