Is there any good left in the world.
I know I don't want to say,
is there any remorse for the spirits left broken,
and bodies were left to lay,
is there any forgiving for the sins we commit,
or is it a roll in the hay,
is there any light left in this world,
or is it my place to say,
I hope you are ready for the judge when he comes, believe this if you may.
I feel it is time to close my hands and kneel to my father and pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem