Forgive me lord for I have sinned,
but my thoughts it seems are like dust in the wind.
They blow in the breeze till they fall to the ground,
and with the greatest of ease they come back around.
They taunt and tease, and criticise,
it's getting harder to tell their truth from lies
I blame you not for the people you make,
but could your greatest creation, be your biggest mistake?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem a lot. You did a good job.