I was the demon that fell from the sky,
A lowly monster that wanted to die.
I was the fallen who shattered tike clay.
A pathetic lost one that no longer can pray.
I was the dire who lost all hope,
Slipping and sliding on a downward slope.
I was the shadow that no one could see,
An outcast and a creature no one wanted to be.
Now I am an angel that feels he can fly,
A creature of light giving a joyful cry.
I am the risen that embraces the day,
I see the world in a brand new way.
I am a hopeful that has seen a light,
Filling me up, banishing the fright.
I am the light that shines with glee,
I simple man who is proud to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem