I found something new in this world
Secrete windows, secrete doors,
But what does it mean
When there are no words,
Actions are followed by a consequence
And the on you love is far in a distance,
A friend once told me
Religion doesn’t matter,
It’s the relation ship that counts,
And now I think about changing
Bu its way to a shaming,
Another cigarette butt I through to the ground
Never wanting to turn around,
Wasting my life one day at a time
No knife no gun something’s are fine,
I think about you, I think bout god
The only difference is you’re here he’s not,
I’m willing to take the risk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good beginning in your relationship with God. Bon Voyage!