As I sit here staring at a blank screen,
I wonder exactly, what does it all mean.
So many thoughts keep coming to my head,
But not sure of what words should be said.
I've written about peace, war, and children,
Or I may just write about where I've been.
We never know just what tomorrow will bring,
And we all have songs that we want to sing.
Through the pain and suffering I will write,
And after this struggle I will win the fight.
I can't let anything hold back my thoughts,
Because this battle will be well fought.
The sword is never as mighty as the pen,
And my words shall become clear once again.
I will tell a story that you've never heard,
Even if my rambling may sound quite absurd.
The thoughts still echo deep down in my mind,
And there's no telling just what I may find.
The words came together to create this rhyme,
And we shall meet again some other time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem