n this wonderland
I'm about confused without plan
Help me before my eyes turn wild
I have not a plan
But, I love beholding the sky
To seek help from the person within it
I have no hope
But I believe in that person,
That brings forth water from a dry land
I have not a glance,
But, I believe in that person that makes the oceans fly
I cannot fathom out a plan
I'm in fact swallowed by a river of thoughts
Yet, there is a man,
That kills and raises to life
The man that makes blind and gives sight
Indeed, I believe, I believe
In that God that is beyond my sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem