There is a beautiful spirit, that glows in my soul
It once was dark and had nothing but hurt
The hurt was so toxic, it consumed everything, I touched
And begun to grow branches to really taint my soul
I wanted to die, I had many reasons why, I looked toward the sky
And asked for forgiveness and told the lord i will try
Try to be humble and forget the past that lead me to cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Lemuel. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks