What am I thinking, the thoughts go deeper sinking in my mind.
Why am I here fearing what's next. Is it the luxury of time?
Because I am strong and weak, full of grace and disgrace.
I think everything is in heaven.
Giving is good, taking a sin.
Love is the key to this mystery.
Hate has no reason.
Not has a season.
Only God has the answer to what I am thinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem