On the road to success i have not travelled far
Nor I've never fought in another man's war
I'm happy to live as a coward and a coward i will die
And in a coward's grave unremembered I'll lie.
The song you now read is the song of a coward
Yet to choose my own path in life I've been empowered
Unheralded and unsung by my race and my clan
But i will live on for as long as i can.
In my honour there never will be a parade
And at my grave side the last post won't be played
Thanks be to goodness for that is all i can say
I will live as a coward till my very last day.
I envy the bird who to die crawls to the hedgerow
Of it's impending death it somehow seems to know
It's last moments of life hidden from it's own kind
I too like the bird also that way inclined.
The coward clings to life and the hero dies brave
I do not wish for tears to be shed at my grave
In an unmarked grave i would feel quite happy to lay
Just leave me with Nature and i will be okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem