Every night
I miss somebody who I've never seen
I feel the peace in which I've never been
I try to dream what I desire
So I start to imagine!
When will I make the LAST sin?
I really wanna stop it,
Oh! Lord! You know what I mean!
This is called the meaning That confusing thing That feeling..harmony of mixtures.. Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God knows all about your heart even before you do. He knows what you stand in need of. Just acknowledge your sins before Him and He will forgive them. A very fervent poem from the heart. God bless you.