In all the things that we do in life.
Sometime it doesn't make sense.
I would love to see us prevent hunger and suffering.
Our children are in slow recovering from what
they are discovering.
Give them meaning for hard times is all they see.
Though it won't be forgotten in this rooten world
of american dreams.
I have seen the pain and once turn my back on it.
Untill the day life stood still and what I could only
was tears.
Streaming from my eye's I grew a heart bigger than
the sky.
Humble at my search I hurt no more for me.
I see nothing but a strategy to save humanity.
As I walk down the street holding the children that I meet.
All that won't to be is love.
What you have had all along they have a song for it.
Planting a seed in the ground waiting for the rain.
After today tommorrow marks a start to find another
child torn apart.
By people who neglect thier pride and joy.
How can you live with yourself. How?
But don't worry.
I don't have a child, I have children know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem