Child of the soul:
The smiling facade
Cherish the trouble of the heart.
Down in the basement of solitude
The tears I trap inside.
In the castle of materialism
Grows the grief of life.
With the negative energy of the world
Disappearing people empathy.
Despite the alarm of the disease
Exists and continues the child of the soul.
In the vibration of the thread in a hook
You hear the body language.
The body's sign of crisis
What is it I have to prove.
The depressing sound of dawn
Tomorrow's smile and song.
Poem by Niels Rønde-Andersen