Red is the color of the blood I shed fighting for her love.
One thing I knew was more men were comeing to fight for her.
And even thought I may not win that love I'll go down swinging.
She a real baeuty too; but I ask my slfe she really worth finghting for? ?
Does she rember that I'm fighting dose she care? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem