I will force you to walk,
Till your legs allow you,
And when being tired is your talk,
Then I will carry you through,
I'll carry you in a stack,
No matter how tiresome it shows,
But I won't let you go back,
Till you fulfill your goals,
When my legs turn me down,
I'll keep moving on the way,
And I won't let hope drown,
Even if my walk gets a sway,
And if giving up is your thought,
I will turn to you and say,
I'll fight twice as hard as I fought,
For it is yet to come the day,
That my will could be bought,
That I would abandon friends away
And when you yell at me,
Saying it is not o' my concern,
I'll say that the reason would be,
That this is my way to earn,
What I would deem dignity,
And knowledge in return,
For I wouldn't let go,
While my guesses remain
That deep in my soul,
I could help you attain,
What you came to know
As your needed gain
And I'll ask no return,
For this is my way to love,
Make my matters wait a turn,
And put your needs above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes people need a person like that - shows character.