Can't it be a mole on my soul,
Stop! Lest I reach my goal?
I search within my call,
Wisdom - thought, sought, n now forgot,
Will it ever reach my lot?
Compassion - feigned and designed,
How can I ever truly find?
Courage - armed to break in battle,
A day when I won't rattle?
The Past is my door of choice,
As you found in your voice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem