My life is as empty as the void of space there’s nothing for me to do in this place it’s almost as if someone sprayed me with mace
Now I cannot find my place am I lost from Gods grace must I wonder from place to place never finding my own space a place to take me away from this disgrace im on my own in this cold world i call home but i have a lady she is my baby but still my life is incompleate and kept very discrete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem