Here I'm writing with the ink of sorrow, 
Drawing letters on  pages from  hope, 
telling you the truth its hard to swallow, 
as I'm holding into your robe! 
   
I didn't expect to be struck with an arrow, 
poisoned with lies as I stand in the shadow, 
If I only could heal my wounds and follow, 
But some ppl are deep, and some are shallow...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    