I am maybe a little bit off
You could say a fiend or a goof
Yes, I flirted death, violence only for fun
But I considered myself a son
And like a son I rebelled, made mistakes
Easily amused in things that are superior
Excellent to this world but not to my interior
But know this when it comes
to believing in Christ I am not a fake
Nowadays I thanked him and asking for
forgiveness for being once a wrecked
To simply put I am just a human being
and not perfect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very interesting poem...a lament, I'd say...about your life past. It appears that you have turned a page. That is good. Give us more poetry.