Pull me off my knees
I'm far too weak
And, I mean, I'm trying
But invisable glory is hard to seek
It's tough to reach for someone you cannot touch
Tough to sit and use praying like it's a crutch
Life hits hard
Sometimes death hits harder
How am I supposed to carry on faith
When I just keep straying farther
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem