Where do I hide to cry. So few places to go and I don want anyone to know! I see the tears of so many others. In this place the world will never know. They see us as warriors, not as men and women who needs a place to cry. Stand tall and be moncho for the place to cry is occupied. Soldiers of war who may stand tall. For his comrades who has been though it all, . Would find a place for their tearsto flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem