In the land where i stand, i watch good go to bad
people around me chatter and judge i ask myself
is this the only way to live?
or can i strive for something high above the sky not
above the limit but just right, i've watched people's lives
tumble down before their eyes as they pray and ask god
to lift them up while tear falle from their eyes
and the clouds in the sky with the sound of the rain beating
on wndow panes, i think to myself the world is just full of
pain
there is no doubt that we may strian to get where we shall lay
but what about the children that can no longer play
god may tell them to look up but how will we know when
we are all messed up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The makings of a true poet, some very wise words buried in this poem. Well done!