I inspire this Fire,
To all those who see,
My Effort and Desire;
For the Love of being Free.
I am a Foot Soldier,
And nothing more.
The Wind against your shoulder,
My loyalties need not be paid for.
The nights are dark,
The winds are cold.
I make no mark,
My Will is bold.
I have no hesitance,
My Heart is set.
You know not of my Presence.
Yet I could never Regret.
I am a Foot Soldier,
And nothing more.
The wind against your shoulder,
My loyalties live on for Ever more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel it busting out the seams, but I think some of the wording can be tweaked to allow more to flow out freely. A poem of solitude hurts the most when its unrestricted in my opinion. But there is no absence of power and cause.... Inspiring.