I will be ok
I know this battle
Is of my taking
And I may be
A wounded soldier now
But one day success
Will be of my making
So don't worry my flower
For one day I will be stronger
A warrior to my partakings
And you and me will
Be the strongest of friends
The for this is
The reason fate
Had made me enlisted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And a War child was born..