We're two peas in a pod
if not rather odd
We're on the same boat
fighting to stay afloat
When our worlds grow darker
and the gloom trickles in
We'll fix smiles on our faces,
determined to win
If we're threatened to be devoured
our enemy shall live his final hour
If sinkage is our daunting fate
then nature feel our hate
Gloom will shrivel
and snivel
Next to our glowing bright
strong as might
will power
The voice that screams
DO NOT COWER
If not our dreams fulfilled
not our hearts bestilled
On desperation
find inspiration
Continue in glory
Let it be told
Our epic, our story
Before the fire of wandering souls
Shielding travelers from cold
Sister of my heart
never depart
We're rather odd
us peas in the pod
Sink or float
We'll manage the boat
Our smiles will shout
and gloom will trickle out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem