I have searched for many years,
Lived through tunnels of tears,
Reminiscing in what could have been,
The hero I always saw within.
From time to time the thought came back,
Wasn’t I your sister? Wasn’t I your blood?
We each parted our own way,
Our parents didn’t help, needless to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem