Ah, I cannot go on like this,I am not made of such simple clay,I have blood, I have a soul, breath,I cannot be merely skin!
I see the ordeal of pain around my neck,Covered, so the world may never see it.I understand, I am fashioned from a different clay,Simply, I am not only skin
My last thought was always for myself,From within I have given endless love,For everything my soul loves I hold precious,I did not love myself much, nor do I coddle myself
Exhausted like this, I do not complain to time,Nor do the marks around my neck ever choke me.Ah, I am made of a different clay—I tell you,I am soul, breath, I am not merely skin.
