the people weak, the devil speaks
manipulates their voices
i can hear it now it’s drowning out
my thoughts, are jumbled noises
morale that's fading, my life is jading
as you always used to say,
dont give up things will start to look up
as the light turns into grey
the world is right i well as might
give up and lose it all
out of its depths i was brought to life
and into its depths i’ll fall
the other day, after having a really bad day, i thought, i dont seem to fit in this big bad world, then out of the blue, i watched a bird taking a bath in the rain and thats when it hit, theres my hope...................
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem, Joe.