The pain I have you can not see
You see happiness from my perfected smile
But inside my soul burns to no degree
Why does it feel like I'm on trial?
Wanting and waiting to be set free
Then I hear the words 'Life is worthwhile'
I get on one knee and vigously plea
That my doom has not yet reached the dial
Right then I hear that my trail was won with a fee
It was the Redeemer who has walked with me through exile
Now I know He went through more pain the me; I guarantee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem