Que estoy diciendo,
¿Dónde está mi fe,
Porque estoy jugando
¿Cuál es el propósito de jugar.
Desearía haber hablado español,
Pero estoy atascado tratando de entenderlo.
O tal vez aprender francés,
Es un hermoso y romántico acento.
Traducir, ¿por qué traducimos?
Para transferir el significado de otro idioma.
Así que traduce este poema.

In the paradox of the beginning of time,
God gave Grace green grass.
To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine,
To spread this green fern around the world at last.
Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth,
Green grass for the world as a new birth.

To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy.
A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch,
Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy.
But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much.

Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom,
And the descendants of Grace where few.
Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons
So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true.

Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,  
Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water.
Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow.

Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas,
Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities.
Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns.
With no other actions but to stay small in size.

In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men,
Causing them to fall in folly and contempt.
But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past,
Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.

Every touch, every smile, every scene,
It's like a chained chemical reaction flowing through my bloodstream.
When we talk, we laugh and sometimes we don't have anything to say,
We just stay silent and smile at each other as long as we may stay.
Sometimes I'm melancholy and never wants to speak,
Or sometimes fed up and all I wish is to fall in a deep sleep.
But to be honest all I want is to have her next to me and hopes she never leaves,
To be her helping hand forever and ever and for more forevers there can be.

Pain is not what I give and not what I seak,
But a loyal companion who will stand for me even when I'm weak.
Who'll understand what I say and not judge the words I speak,
And walk with me on the narrow roads and on the bumpy streets.
And I'll do exactly the same for her as she may do for me.
And when she's silent I can tell she's not happy,
So I'll always hold her, hug her and spoil her with all my attention and love.
I'll be over annoying and keep asking if she's ok just to see her smile,
I'll help **** her pain and wipe her tears off her cheeks.

To lament any fragmentation that needs elimination,
So I give my heart to her again praying I'm not left in desolation.
Because I don't think I can deal with that devastation.
I never felt this way about anyone else,
And I hope It's not only myself.
I may not have much to give so I'll give myself fully,
And hope for the best that she may do the same to me.
Love is to live and sometimes to live is evil,
But it's how we spend our days we have.
So I no longer care what they say and I'm no longer studying people,
Because I love you Celene, and I hope you can accept that I'm no fashion but I'm simple.

My mind has a wicked plan,
To destroy all in sight in result of a desolate land.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To **** peoples feelings and forbid them to stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A plan to die and never understand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To separate myself from everyone and don't give a ****.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Today I want you to live but tomorrow die please, and go back to the sand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Like why I have siblings, why can't they disappear and go back to where they came from.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A seldom echo that makes me want to run.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Slit the wrist, and burst my life bands.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Sometimes I want my mom around, most times It's her I can't stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To set a trap to catch any wicked man.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Maybe for the best or just for ******* fun.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Running away from home to my happy clan.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Demonstrate my dislike, still shows love dislikes any evil fan.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Don't care for tomorrow so live for today, or ******* and go far away.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I will fight for what I want even if I'm the only person loving my decision.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I won't let it be a tool of my own destruction.

I'm fed up of living, and tired of sinning.
I'm just kidding, or I'm just killing, myself!
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to die.
I feel to fall, I start to weep because I want to cry.
****! I can't take it no more, can't stand life no more,
I want to walk in sea and leave my last words on the shore.

I remember I wanted to be successful,
I'm well mannered, I'm not disrespectful.
I fight for what I want but now I don't know,
What to fight for any more.
Why am I writing this ******* poem anyways,
Maybe because all I want is to be heard and understood.
In this life I feel like everyone around me,
Just surrounds me to benefit from me, especially
My family.

Telling me how to speak, how to walk, how to see.
How to look, how to run and who to love.
**** this ****! I fed up and yet still I'm still here.
Sometimes we have to make sacrifices and let things go,
But sometimes we have to make sacrifices to keep things close.
To keep things near to your heart.
Things that make you focus, listen, observe, understand, eat, sleep and even love to be happy.
But life is **** so to karma, these stuff's ******.

I don't know what to do any more.
Because even if I leave my last words on the sea shore,
I'm not sure that anyone would see sure,
That my words are so sure.
I'm always told to study tomorrow and to prepare for the rainy days,
But I'm alive now and to day of all days,
I'm not sure of tomorrow or even tonight,
So I am going to make my decisions now.

I going to live today for today and live for tomorrow when I reach tomorrow.
I'm going to love today for today and accept the ones who are with me now,
And if I loose these things if there's a future for me, then I'll learn I was wrong.
But atleast I'll learn for myself, I'll cry by myself, I'll understand for myself,
And I'll get up and start over, with no regrets but lessons for myself.
So **** this ****.