how long
can I lament
with this depressed
heart and soul
how long
can I remain
a sad autumn
ever since my grief
has shed my leaves
the entire space
of my soul
is burning in agony
how long can I
hide the flames
wanting to rise
out of this fire
how long can one suffer
the pain of hatred
of another human
a friend behaving like an enemy
with a broken heart
how much more
can I take the message
from body to soul
I believe in love
I swear by love
believe me my love
how long
like a prisoner of grief
can I beg for mercy
you know i'm not
a piece of rock or steel
but hearing my story
even water will become
as tense as a stone
if I can only recount
the story of my life
right out of my body
flames will grow
