Surrounded by inherent distractions
I rise and fall
My heart palpates like a dying toad
My spirit is burdened by these riotous ambiances
I struggle as i wobble admidst these troubles
And then i finally traded my faith....
I am beset by the voices of many miseries
Restricted on all sides by invisible shackles
Running thin in every spur of hope
Giving up all and falling deep into sin
But when i cast my gaze; it was upon the cross
And then i knew
That the voice of my redemption
Shall reach further than that of my woes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem