His heart is torn by the waves of emotion
But his strength is a rock of passion and devotion
Despite the shelter of that dark black cloud
If he speaks with the voice from his heart
And allows the tears to fall freely, proud
Will open him up to those long since gone
His psychic powers sharp and strong
Wings will then open to the echoes of the gentle breeze
He will hear its warm sound as nature sings
And shall rise above the tearing waves,
With grace and with wisdom, a natural leader
Watching down upon Gods kingdom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem