Now that my die is cast
I Must make heaven my case
Though it seems am lost
I must take up my cross
My world seems too dark
I can never deny
Never a day without pretense
I dread, am growing so intense
I wished i'd never been born
Cos my faith is gone
Am lost in my sorrows
And life is not to borrow
Now that my die is cast
Heaven! I plead my Case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the die of life is an unfinished cast. it is left to be molded by events and experiences created by you. the faith that is lost is within you and will always be. it is merely up to you to retake that first step to your path of true freedom. nice poem