I write these lines, I love this life
I love the people, I have no strife
The pen is my sword, the paper my shield
I fight the endless battle, the truth I yield
My friends inspire me, enemies too
I rolled the dice and watched as they flew
My baby is on this paper, it's what you read
Writing is what I feel, It's what I bleed
All I ask is for you to take away something
The only thing I want is for you to feel the tingling
The world may not know me, but it wont break my heart
The respect of one person is more than enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem