The message of this isn't which beast to tame,
Or survival of the fittest, this isn't just a game.
Don't count your ties, or alibies that'll lead you to fame.
But strike a match
Light your own path
From this point on there's no turning back.
Find your own fuel
Start a fire.
They'll laugh in your face until your flames raise higher.
I'll smile with food on my teeth,
Slowdance with fear I won't crack under heat,
I'll run every race with my blinders on.
Feel the wind on my back and I lift off the ground
I'll keep singing until the crowd is gone.
There's only one rule to playing this game;
Remember your name.
Thers isn't only one road to fame.
Remember your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece, good pace to it.