There are times Lord where I want to stop living.
I am overcome with guilt and shame.
I want love but my family can't give me that.
I wonder why you allow this to happen, but the truth is...
Your my reason for living. If it was not for you I would have killed myself
long ago, before I even met you.
Lord to whom would I go if I gave up you?
You are my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem