It has been ups and downs,
Walking through floods and droughts,
Both freezing and melting out,
Now I'm coming home,
I'm tired of walking and running,
I'm tired of hiding and hunting,
No more struggles and surviving,
Now I'm coming home,
No more crying and fear,
But only support and care,
Neither more predators nor hunters,
As now I'm coming home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem