Reach out your hand, you'll touch the Sky,
You may be small but you can try
Your steps may falter, you may fall,
The road's corner may bring a wall
Don't feel lost, don't lose hope,
With courage within, all losses you'll cope
Leaders are made, they are not born,
Who lead, are not afraid of the thorn
They know at the end, of that ruthless road,
They will find their heavenly abode
Which not all reach but those who do
Are those who stop not when they wanted to
For they knew their dreams had a long way to dawn;
So they left dreaming and rose to the Morn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem