No matter how much bad comes to me
I'd rather stand up and fight for my dignity
No matter how much I've been charged for cries
I laught it out and say they were lies
There's nothing more great than fighting the enemy
Fighting the devil besides the agony
It's never too late to fight the dark
It'll just pull you back leaving bigger mark
It's now or never
So once it's killed, it's gone forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem