In life there are people we think hold the key,
determining our thoughts and analyzing our dreams.
We tell them our problems, longing to be free.
Because they have all the answers...
or so we believe.
But the pills that they give us don't make us free.
They're diluting our minds and altering reality,
harming the people that God wants us to be.
Yes, it's 'our' life, But we grew from 'His' seed,
and though we give in to fit 'their' society,
when they break us down,
it's HIS blood we bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem