I walk along the paths of where I think I need to be,
But I am shoved, forced to crawl upon my knees.
Aching pains and ailments over came by body,
Then an uninvited voice asks if he take the pain away.
How I would love for this pain I feel to end,
I know in mind that an evil lurks beyond.
He speaks to me of beautiful gifts,
Promises to destroy this disease and this pain to lift.
But I will not trade my soul and be tricked like this,
For I know that these promises are treacherous.
When I feel pain at least I know that I am still alive,
To keep this locked away within myself and know that my soul is forever mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem