When sweet words no longer pour out of my soul
Like the pain now seeping from my heart
When the real world knots my stomach up
And I can't see or feel art
When the music plays
But I'm tone deaf
Is the orchestra just stone?
As the hot tears roll right down my cheeks
Is it just God calling me home?
When I feel I can't go forward
With the weight of the world on my back
I don't see light at the end of the tunnel
Everything just fades to black
Is it even worth trying to find a path to a
God
I seem to lack?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem