i made a loving tree
a way to be free
the wild i could see
and the man i could be
A man of a choice
who can raise a voice
the helpless i could help
and beat the bullies to pulp
I can never judge
nor hold a grudge
my enemies i forgive
and my blessing i will give
i should pray night and day
for God to show me the way
of saints and righteous
and to be notorious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem