light is a stranght we hold on to from our heavenly father.
our darkness is the strangth we hold on to from our hate.
but out inner strangth is not all good but its not bad.
itss only what the holder of its spirit dose with it.
we cant hold on to this world just by a thred.
the white tiger she has strangth speed and brainns.
but the black two tail wolf have what its missing.
i spirit an controle.
my soul is this two tail best.
my spirit pushes my best to his lemits.
there for making my path and faith stronger then hells wings.
in this dark room i ly waiting for you to come to me i love u my loven mystory man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem