this is just another tide
cause first it gets rough
then it gets high
how else would I grow tough
without a bumpy ride
sometimes I say I've had enough
and yet I grow more inside
I question my luck
but fate is something I cannot deny
soon things will look up
and I won't have reasons to cry
I'm a 500 horse power truck
all I got to do is try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem