this is my write up
an expression of what i feel at dis particular point in time
I'm tired,
tired of alawayz sayin sorry
its become so cliché
I like to right
I want to do right
I was reborn so il do right
but somehow still
I keep running round circles
now im gaspin for breath
Don't get it twisted though
I know who i am
the spirit bears me witness
but just like jesus said
spirit is willing but the flesh d fleeesh is weak
So because of the defects of d flesh shld i give in to its desires? No! no! a thousand timez no!
rather i put it under subjection
letting d spirit override
It may take a while
but in time I will learn to live from the inside out
Livin life from the realm of faith
no longer from d pity state of mercy
some call it metamorphosis
others perfect transition
which eva u choose
it boils down to one
coming of age
growing in his grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem