Where's the end? For a war that had no begin?
A vigorous storm that's trying to win.
Flooding my heart from within.
I ain't got! Really nothing!
If I should have a real true grin.
Well I'd thank all that
What had been.
And all well tried to be a human being.
For all that I could do,
Is just to hope for some good thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem