I made a choice,
And I didn't know if it's was my voice,
That started making the raining noises.
I can't chose between good and bad.
Because my Mystery can never be understood
Knowing how it will end won't help me
Showing how it will end Won't set me free
I want it to go away
So I can be okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem