So many live broken
Looking for answers
Seeking out truth
Searching for faith
They run and hide
Where do they go
Looking for answers
The process is slow
Is there ever relief
The pain ever cease
Do trials ever end
Why even believe
The answer is this
Found within a place
Deep inside the soul
Is a source of grace
Never run or hide
Receive the blessing
Looking for answers
Broken...allow mending
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admire your message. Why is it the young are so quick to look for all the answers to their fundamental questions on the streets?