The sound of glass shatters along with my heart 
Its beautiful peices a lost peice of art 
That pain it came but soon it left 
It was takin away, a victom of theft 
We didn't ask for him to die, not for me, not for you 
But he was crucified for the sins we all do 
The only thing he stole from us, was are pain 
He the only God that will always remain                 
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    