i've got the strength of stone
and the heart to match
so who's to say i'm the lucky one?
i can fight through these battles but
i'm still the one without a caring bone
without any tears
without any hope
without any wants
without any needs
without any dreams of a real future
yes, indeed
i am the lucky one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One way to look at it. A rolling stone, gathers no moss.