Where is the way how is it seen.
Could it be in the things we create?
Look towards you and see the truth.
Yet still knowing the lies are behind you.
I shall open the doors to my mind, how much more guilt?
Feeling like you have felt in the past, growing with this pain.
Have i become a slave to the guilt and lies, is this truth?
Can i honestly say where I am from and where I shall die?
The truth shall reveal itself in this life.
For I am born in the lies and shall die in the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would that the last line were true. It is what I wish for you. Keep on quesating; you shall find. Please read mine. Adeline