There is something there
That holds no guarantee like
Gravity against despair
There is something there
That is not fair
In a world of nature's strong.
I wish it were not so
The things that make us go
The glue I find that makes the planet spin
Comes back to a thing the ancients knew as sin.
Which is why I hope there is something there
Greater than a propensity for despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem