I am a dead man living a dream
My life is in a vague chapter
Only faith in Jesus makes it better
As I flow along with a heavy stream
My mind is polluted and misleading
For I walk and live like a zombie
Although my future is alive and free
The present is painful and in slavery
Constantly my heart is crying
I need a miracle
I am a dead man
A man with a sorrowful epic
As I deadly struggle to survive
If only we brothers would change
So please help for this is an obstacle
My life is strictly miserable
I am purposely being tested
On a subject that I barely get
With failure I stand on this bet
On a daily basis I strife
Lord Jesus help me
For now I am holding a knife
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