Praying...
Eyelids softly shut tight, with my heart i might talk to God
I'm not ashamed, it's not a fraud
Words i speak, mind now not weak
Things seen in future dreams
Taste the screams like cookies and cream
And yet i believe that he will forever be, in a lovely life
Never seen by the greedy man
In this land we humble ourselves and stand
For we are only human in the eyes of the lamb...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem