All you need is for one to hear
As your thoughts flow you shed some tears
No more fear and no more pain
Why is life a losing game
Nights grow old, dark, and sometimes cold
Soon like a piece of paper you will fold
Dreams come near like rivers and streams
Why cant I understand what any of them mean
God soon approachs and gives out a hand
Within a moments time those dreams you comprehend
A fresh start with that will not end
You begin unfold like a flower blooming in the soft spring wind
A new friend I have in God with an everlasting love
As pure as the beautiful white doves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh its so marvelous writhing. I like it so much.