I killed a soul I put out a light
it was not pretty, it was hardly a fight
he struggled to stay, to fly above the rest
I pulled him down his light I did wrest
BUT his body arose, the walking dead
there I was, the earth I tread
until a fire exploded
from deep within
there was only love
no longer sin
all is love
all or a call for more
all forgiven, now heaven's door
Wake up and walk thru
it is your home
no more prodigal son
nowhere to roam
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I would like to translate this poem
very strong call -Wake up and walk thru it is your home no more prodigal son nowhere to roam thank you