This is for the broken
the ones without a cure
for those who stay fighting
though they don't know what for.
This is for the lonely
for those who are condemned
the ones who never know light
but can tell you how it ends.
This is for the weary
the beaten and the bruised
who don't know anything except
the extent of which they're used.
This is for the hurting
the ones that love forgot
who stand tall for freedom
no matter how hard they're shot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem