Is there’s a heaven by the way?
One hour I’m walking I saw clay
A combination of colors
A sign that there are traitors
Looking at my way
Pretending to concern me
And will always accusing me
Don’t let me down
I’m out of control
It’s time to tell you why
There’s no cure
-say you’ll stay
You’re an angel that fall from heaven
And wants to know the purpose of being here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem