We like to be alone
Unless we must make known
Our victories, and then
We’re hiding once again.
We like to be alone
Unless we are coaxed out
By fire and brimstone
We’d rather do without
We like to be alone
For who can see us fail
When we aren’t anywhere
When we are an unknown
Success not set in stone?
We like be alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem