It’s grey and cold-
Dreary outside,
You’re teary, trapped inside
The shell you built
To hide yourself away…
Now you can’t escape.
You turned your legs to lead
For an excuse not to move,
Now you’re lost-
You burnt the bridges
Angels crossed,
And watched them build
Their city of gold,
As you lay,
Alone and cold.
This is just the beginning
Of the eternal fight
To save your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem