God can rewrite my days
Far from over seas is my rake
Pushing all the dirt to the dust bean
Is my candle day light to shine upon
Look at me look at me
Lying in a tent of wealth
Up the mountain of pine
Of cool weather in my flooded land
The best of I AM away is my home
From the mountain top, is me
Writing my history are wishes
Over writing my page to the next point
Of my nation here in the Idle land
In the wanderland of wealth
In the best hand of I AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem