As men bring their broken marriage
To be reorganize to good
So i brought my broken dreams
To God, because he was my friend
But then instead of leaving him
In peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to
Help with the ways that were my own
at last i snatched them back and cried
'How can you be so slow'
'My child' he said 'What could i do?
You never did let go'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem