When this Cloth gets too old
I shall take this Flight
Into the Arms of JAH, and
He will forget the Sin
Of the Flesh I am in
Only He shall recall the Good
Of the Soul that is His…
When this Cloth gets too old
And I take this Flight…
Our soul will return to the creator as we all finally take the flight.... good piec Lungelo.10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very candid poetry for all loves ones who departed, soon we all will follow. Good piece,10 for me.