If life is such a dream,
Why does death seem so real_
And when its time to be redeemed,
Will this pain start to heal_
Wanting to escape a feeling,
Got me thinking_
All the mistakes every season,
must have happened for a reason_
Its no coincidence. Or just by chance,
Good or bad. It was part of God's Plan_
I won't even question it.
Just pray and let it be,
The way it is now...
Is how it was meant to be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem