Will my dirty dark heart revive to beat?
If it does that burning hell i may go
Bowing (as knucklehead) in strange defeat,
Cuddle my burnt skin as hell wish me so.
Will that dirty dark heart ever be bright?
And be dragg'd upon to the brighter side,
A decision i'll make that which seems right
And bury that fallen demon call'd pride.
Will that dirty dark heart ever be pure?
Let that gospel wash it to sanity,
It'll beat again monotone in nature
Pray it beats! If it don't i'm vanity.
Pray! I'm taken up in angels' ferry
'Way! In the bright side my soul will merry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem