Oh to my father who never left my side,
my father who kept near me when
my doubts were wide;
shut away from light and stuck in dark
with nothing less than pride.
Oh my Father,
You have showed me a life it seems that i have had once,
but never had altogether.
Oh my Father,
Must i sell my soul to become what
was supposed to be his bride?
Must i mold myself into his favorite shape?
Oh my Father,
Shall i not cry out of anger, sadness,
nor despair.
Shall i only cry out of stress to let out all the spirits
that were once there.
Oh my Father,
Which every may be this tangled distress, take me away.
Take me to a kingdom far away from this land...
take me... Take me by the hand,
and take me far... far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem