New Jerusalem a shiny city where you will be with me hopefully. Why is it so hard for me to believe what you did for me. I'm a broken man in a foreign land, I'm lost without you. My heart is the cost when I start to doubt you cause I am nothing without you. You save me from the demons deep inside when you died to save us from ourselves. Without you we're just tattered books on the shelves. With nails through your wrist you saved us from the devil's fist. To be with you that is our only wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very powerful words.