I thought I could find you here without hope and all alone.
When will you wake to find what your running from is gone.
Is this what your folks would choose for you think this brings a smile.
After all these years you would think, take stock after awhile.
Why are you so hard to understand, distant and so curt.
After all the only thing you've gained is a masters in pain and hurt.
So if you choose to stay this course til your journey's end.
I hope god will be kind to you, you will alway's be my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem