The Smoke Has Clouded My Sight
Its Blinds Me....,
I Can No Longer See The True An The Fake
It Has Changed My Look On Life
With The Lost Of Sight An The Faith Of The World
I Cant See My Allies Anymore
All I See Is My Enemys....,
My Enemys That Threaten My Way Of Life
But With Lost Talents Comes New An Helpful Opportunities
I Will Over Come This Lost An Regain My True Self....
In This Clouded World Of Mine....,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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