When will the end come into sight?
A declaration of victory in this raging fight
When will the calm come after the storm?
A mended mind, heart no longer torn
When will my skin fit like a glove?
Never to fade are the scars of love
When will inner peace not elude me?
The forbidden fruit of a fallen tree
When will my heart hold a glorious win?
Knowledge is power and ignorance is sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic.. I loved the last line speciall; y. Kudos..