I spent so many years keeping to myself.
I looked around but I thought I needed no help.
I thought my life was well but my face turned pale,
And I didn't realize my life was going to hell.
But I saw the angel in front of my face,
And I felt the touch of my saving grace.
I know the pleasurable taste wasn't a waste,
And I know I might be winning the final race.
Beaten down I was washed away
By the tears of my own pain.
The thunder rolled and it poured rain.
There was no way I could stay sane.
But I saw the angel in front of my face,
And I felt the touch of my saving grace.
I know the pleasurable taste wasn't a waste,
And I might be winning the final race.
I was lost in the fiery trials of my life.
I thought there was no way out and find my smile.
I didn't know there was a set of eyes watching all the while,
And just when I began to fall a hand helped me wald all the miles.
I saw the angel in front of my face,
And I felt the touch of my saving grace.
I know the pleasurable taste wasn't a waste,
And I might be winning the final race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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