There are so many people who can say alot.
About all the things they've done
and all the stuff they got.
But they do not walk a mile in my shoes
or see what I've seen
and they don't have a clue
With all the evil all around
they believe that know it all
and can stand their ground.
But I wonder how they think
when the devil stares them down
how they won't blink.
And I think that they don't know
how much pushing
before they bow.
And when they think they will stand
when the fire burns
all of the land.
They are better then me
but they don't know
what will be
And I wonder can they really?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem