Riding through the darkness, feeling the coldness of
night as I walk down this lonely road, a solitary
woman, roaming this world as a quiet rebel only.
Wanting to right all the wrongs in this world, having
no money or power, just gifts God has given through
poetry.
Bringing attention to each one of them, letting every-
one know what's going on throughout the world so those
with money and power can take up the baton and help.
Connecting them with a goal and purpose, in the end,
giving people in every single country the peace and com-
fort of their lives without evil and corruption draining
it from them anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem