Things have been hard and unevenly most of the time,
you wish to up and leave.
Clean the mud from your shoes and brush the dirt from
your hair.
It's not easy being us and facing the world like we
do.
But we keep going and fight because we have to, there is
no one else that will do.
Things can get confusion and roads sine can change where
we are going.
If you can then keep this in your mind, that you are not
alone or unloved, that your worth more then the most.
I know sometimes things can seem harder then we would
like and getting stuck is apart of going on.
But don't get disheartened or down, don't think there
is no one out there.
For we are the last of our kind and stand between the
border lands of hell and heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem