No one is going to grant you salvation
until you try and save yourself
Nothing is going to award you redemption
with cards from others dealt
No one is going to save your soul
until you set your past on fire
And nothing is going to make you whole
—until you proclaim the myth a liar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem