I’m bound
Off to the races
Can’t take names
Remember faces
Won’t waste another day
Wandering - which way -
Time to open the flew
And breathe a few
I’m armed
A legend of will
Through with sitting
I can’t keep still
There’s something inside astir
That’s itching bad to occur
Nothing will do to bide time
This job’s mine - this story is mine
I’m free
For which I’ll fight
I want to do
Feel and be what’s right
I’ve made it this far I know
Been long and more to go
Just having a choice
Gives my triumph a voice
I won’t fear this thing
Today I will sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem