So mighty on thy throne!
A heart made of ice.
No ones right no ones wrong!
What did you sacrifice?
A life with no direction.
The battle had begun.
Forgetting all about connection.
You tucked your tail and run.
Don't preach to me of obligation.
I am well aware of my constraint.
Don't preach to me of solicitation
There my quandarys I'm no saint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem