I went to hell and back
to see if I had a soul
I went and hit rock bottom
to prove that I can't fall
I sat alone in darkness
to see if I was blind
I threw away my eyes
to see if I could find
I dressed myself in black
to help me disappear
when my brother died
I shed an ocean's tear
I looked beyond my sin
to see my only son
I found an empty pen
to write the things I've done
I wrote about my world
to find the world is telling lies
I wrote to god himself
to ask why the good one dies
I walked along some quick sand
to prove that I won't sink
I wrote about the truth
to make you people think
I wrote with such a passion
like I was making love
I only told the truth
in all of thee above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth is a good way to go. Reflective and sincere poetry.