In the midst of the storm
Hearts yearn for salvation
Souls cry for freedom
Spirit groan for heavenly peace
There is a repetition of lamentation
For the atonement of sins
this is what happens in the storm
Dreams and visions seem to be shuttered
Hopes and wishes are like fairy tale
Emancipation is like songs rendered to deaf ears
Strong holds are like smashed potatoes
Where can help come from? ?
Yes where can the peace be found?
In the midst of the storm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem a lot. the comparisons make a feel of actuality