Lost in translation

Às vezes eu tenho uns surtos criativos inexplicáveis (surtos são explicáveis?), dessa vez me veio à mente escrever um poeminha em inglês, sei lá porque, mas taí.

If I don't know where to go
Will I keep running until the noon?
Am I awake to chase my dreams
Or am I dreaming to wipe my tears?

Have all my wishes have turned to dusk?
My childhood plans, my failed trust
Oh my God help find my way
My soul is Yours, and Yours to take