A deep wounded hardened heart
but it wasn’t that way at the start
Was innocent and soft and pure
beautiful to the core
Like a lamb lead to the slaughter astray
hardening day by day
Till like steal to the world around
deep in darkness bound
It’s afraid to open at all
holding on unless might fall
Bruised and battered purple and blue
closed to woo
Pained and broken on the inside
heart never to be opened wide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hannah, I love this poem. I not only get it, I've got it. Thanks....