the dark,
the light,
the pain,
the love,
with out god, these 4 things
mean nothing.
this upsight,
this hole,
this hurt,
this rejoce,
with out god, these 4 things
mean nothing.
then your empty theater fills
up with food and drink, and
you, dancing and laughing in
the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David & the Citizens... at it again! ! care, Sus