I think I will ask God to stop the world.
So I can get off and just sit and think.
Yes just sit and think to myself.
Why do the birds fly south at the site of the coming north winter wind.
Can anyone tell me why snowflakes float down from a grey sky?
I think I will ask god to stop the world, and let me off.
So I can just sit and think.
Why do the beast in the fill mourn the lost of it's young and then moves on?
Why do the world call me black when my skin is brown.
We do i call the world white when it is tan?
Before I speak.
God give me the wisdom to sit and think.
Why does a women cry when they are happy?
Why does man destroy the thing that he should love the most.
I can not find the answer even as I sit and think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem