Look For My Pain
Wandering alone throughout my life;
Burdened by the anger of political strife.
My own pathetic problems are too much for me;
Despair and tribulations are all I can see!
Free me from that in which I dwell,
Even if my freedom is an eternity in hell!
Sometimes I wonder if I will always be alone;
Can passion's intimate seeds be sewn?
In a compassionless world of hatred and fears;
On a facial scar, worn away by hopeless tears.
Here is the expressionless location upon
which... I wear my pain
Burdened by the anger of political strife.
My own pathetic problems are too much for me;
Despair and tribulations are all I can see!
Free me from that in which I dwell,
Even if my freedom is an eternity in hell!
Sometimes I wonder if I will always be alone;
Can passion's intimate seeds be sewn?
In a compassionless world of hatred and fears;
On a facial scar, worn away by hopeless tears.
Here is the expressionless location upon
which... I wear my pain
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