Too Much

Too much I feel, too much I see,
Some babies crying by that tree,
With muddy hands and blooded skin
Too much the pain they take within…

Too much I feel, too much I see,
Over the fields so cries a bee,
No flowers for the honey left
And silence ’s growing in its depth

Too much I see, too much I see,
The hate I feel it concurs me
When I look up and see the gloom
That carries in its sight the moon…

Too much I feel, too much I see,
I wish someone would carry me
And take this burden off my shoulder…
I’ve been, for too long, the Key holder.

by Harthman Carpio Munteanu

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