Alone and lost without a passion of regret
through a dusty window do I cry
Injured for the delight of others through
the broken ribs in my side
Do you not see the pain you have caused
for me to bear
The final test of my fate is held within your grasp
of sadness and despair
In due time will I rise up from the depths
to claim my road
I will be the master of my destiny to know
what my future will hold
Since you own me for now go on and
tear my pride
I curl up whilst you torment me in fear
and on the inside
But in the long run I will look back
and see the torment you've given me
and laugh at the fact you have never
broken my spirit because now I am Free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem