The constant of my sinful nature which keeps me down
Are also the chains in which I am bound
I endure what I've become to foresee who I am
What the future has in store is but the future of a man
Is it just me or have I lost my connection
Or is this the time for a deeper reflection
My dispatched heart which grew in despair
Has equally grew and has map for repair
In order to be strong one must first be weak
And only then will you reach the peak
The climb is the mountain and size of your choice
But one must first speak in order to hear voice
So I encourage those who weep and much sorrow
To first believe and have much faith in tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Might I suggest dividing it into three or four sections as that makes it easier to read and comprehend. Peace.