GUILTY

I'm guilty

Guilty of born in this land

Guilty of hope for a dream

 

I'm guilty

Guilty of born in such a wrong place

Guilty of beeing among misfits

 

No future,No faith this land brought me this much

Darkness in my heart keeps me from hopes

No one to turn to, No one to save my soul

 

Judgemental shadows uncapable of love

Demons who ban you of your faith an bielieves

 

So burn this guilt and light my heart

Set me free and take my soul

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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