Got a call from you today, you're in Alabama now,
didn't say when, why or how
Just that you were with some friends. Said you really liked it there,
Things were good, the weather fair
But I knew when we hung up that you'd still not found your home,
That you'd soon begin to roam
You remind me of myself, a wanderer, a lost soul,
always struggling for control
But you can never find peace, not out there or in yourself
You have put peace on a shelf
along with love and content, things you don't think you deserve
Holding your heart in reserve
But you cant run from yourself, you cant hide your pain away
No matter how hard you pray
Its not going to dissolve, it'll just fester and grow
Feeding on hate, sowing woe
While you try to find your God, and on Him you'll place the blame
Cussing Him, cursing His name
But you cant give Him the blame while denying He exists
Crying and cutting your wrists
These demons aren't His, they're yours
And they've got you on all fours
So I beg you to get up, shake it off, wipe off the dust
And don't mistake love and lust
You can learn from my mistakes-They're both very different things
Each they're own happiness brings
Only you can make your life, only you can choose your path
Only you suffer your wrath
Put the blame where it belongs and forgive yourself your sin
Turn your gaze to look within
Finally try to really see that you can have happiness
If you lose your abjectness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem