Tired Heart
Tired Heart
I wrote it again
To pay a tribute
To my fatal destiny
Which broke me
From inside but
Made me a strong
Soldier every time
I was howling
Moaning in the longed nights
Wearing a pair of
Golden slippers
I found myself
In the tight corners
Splashing the water
On my face again
And again
But was unable
To remove the stains of
His torturing hand
On me.
Rumours followed
Me
Till I came to the city end.
I kneel down to cry
Screaming in the pain
I am tired of running
Moaning in vain.