I wonder if
When I was rolling in the sin
did God himself push me in
I was losing myself
I'd been left with no help
I was rolling in the sin
I had to give in
I tried to take God's hand
Soon my corps will be found
Trying not to lose, not to fall
But he, God saw me at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem