I don’t care, what you see…
I don’t want these material things
All I need, is a rising soul..
And a place, to call my home..
Just a place to call my own
Like 4 walls and slabs of life
My boys and girls
They’re priceless right?
These the things that hold me true
Hold together family. You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Family is a treasure........well done...Thanks!