We write the words
So that we can be heard
Amongst the noise and haste
We find a moment
Ah so precious to us our lifeblood
To right the wrong
To write a song
To make the world laugh or cry
To make them wonder why
A mental jogging of spirit and flesh
Etched in sand and time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so wonderfully expressed. you have divined my motives and laid them on a page, although now i feel that i share these motives with others.