No one soul knows what another has to feel.
No one soul knows how another will deal with a problem.
One soul may see light, another may see dark.
Does one soul know right from wrong.?
How does one soul know light from dark.?
If one soul is not the same,
Then why compare one soul to a billion.?
A million inpure souls can or can not equal a hundred pure ones.?
One soul can have so may questions.
But that one soul can only answer.
One soul crys, one soul laughs.
But what does one soul compare to the past.?
Just what makes one soul different.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem