Nothing, except poetry, can scrutinize my heart
Location
Just dust I am, but God did mold my soul
I saw the light but I was born in war
My place of birth, no food it bore only war
The crops did die; the men did die and die
My mom did flee, my dad as well and I.
We flee to the far north
The Anglo-Saxons’ land
To start a life anew
And a new language too
I fled from those who chased
And I chased those who fled
Today I have been reborn
And again I have been formed
Poetry has allowed you into my soul
Without it my story cannot be told
No one can see my heart to say
That they can see my sorrows and pray
No one is able to scrutinize my heat
Because of this from poetry I do not part.