Where is the speed
That embraced me starting the race
For now I need
To pick up the pace
Where is the fate
That washed out the shadows and brought me light
For time flies and I might be late
For ashes I will be if darkness wins the fight
Where is the Gospel
That confined my heart to praise
Bitter now; it is His temple
Dead as death, sing me a song, read me the word; help me rise.
Where I am to be found; I am mixed with the demons
I am not lost I just need to be touched by the ANGELS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem