That we can translate thoughts to words
That go beyond their meaning
And have their own rhythm
Is a reason to be grateful,
So, never be scared to write about your pain.
Our sufferings will glaze the edges of our trophies,
Reminding generations to come
that they too must mine,
Not only earth but their own souls
For if earth possesses invaluable treasures, Then refined earth with the breathe of God remains unexplored.