The sound of glass shatters along with my heart
Its beautiful peices a lost peice of art
That pain it came but soon it left
It was takin away, a victom of theft
We didn't ask for him to die, not for me, not for you
But he was crucified for the sins we all do
The only thing he stole from us, was are pain
He the only God that will always remain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem