I have made a vow to no one but you
To always be among your chosen few
For my tribulation I won't say around
Or jump and hit myself on the ground
I will quietly, and lovely bear the pain
That i wont have reason to be insane
For I will not run more than my legs
Or try to walk out of the edges
I won't let depression take over me
That my eyes will pretend to see
Your protection over me and mercy
Which surpasses knowing messi
Lord, even if your reply is always "NO"
For i won't stand up and angrily "Go"
Whenever You master gently say Wait
I will plead still, and take it as my fate
Ooh Master! ! for if I refused to wait
What help can I do or give to myself?
So why wouldn't I stick up to my fate?
When I can't even help myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem