This feeble body with this withered frame,
this pitied state, my body falls apart,
But still with a strong soul, a tactful soul
That of a once-solider, in days gone past,
the proud, aggressive sureness in turmoil,
of a father who held his pink flushed daughter,
and in that moment felt all the worlds love,
as her tiny heart would beat inside his soul.
I would fall into a steadiness,
Comfortable with my place on this earth.
I would disappear into my own skin,
Now I am alone; I weep at my despair,
Caught between the bitter sweet melancholy
of a life that is no longer my own
and the need for release from my burden.
At times I feel that I mourn the world,
I waste away here, my home a prison
And in my gilded cage, I am alone.
Once I could hear the footsteps of my children
now they would only turn over the dust,
I am totally alone in this world
let myself fall deeper into abyss.