every fighter live out of its strength and honor,
worth comes within in the power of the will
that shows, any prize leaves nothing but a
pride that conquers the most prestigious line of
freedom
lean the Laurel of my soul and the time lead
no mercy to lift the stadium of cheer and yield
of my spirited world of power, learn not the
prayer of the loser, but a fate to know the
conquering warrior of the Knight’s and the
Conan of the Viking
here you are, facing the battle of no respect
to the opponent, for losing is not the option, but
a vision to capture the sky into the world of
greatness, guide every aim, to finish the
game with “Valor”
the direction is focus on the enemy of the
heart and grip the power to accept the truth that
sacrifice of hope wash, into what the bird
zoom to fly the sky
hate me not to lose and train me to sacrifice my
hope, to the freedom to fight ……
'a poem dedicated to Manny Pacquio - Pambansang
Kamao '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem