I have stared into the eyes of death.
I have witnessed its wrath.
I have seen its destruction
Leaving nothing behind in its path.
I came eye-to-eye with evil
And I have faced its rage.
I was trapped in the claws of fear
Like a mouse with a cat in a cage.
I have been in the most cruelest battles
I have the scars as proof.
I lived like a veteran in war
Even though I'm just an innocent youth.
I have walked on cold-hard thorns
The path I have covered was rough.
But through all these experiences
The greatest danger was love....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem