A nation's heart can be understood
When darkness falls and spirits fade
Lost and lonely dreamers return to the woods
While what remains, walk the path of war that evil made.
And when they return to the dusty plain
They find their happy homes now insane
For in those years they were away
Their tender progeny sprang the trap that evil layed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem