This is my school.
A place to choose
this early what to do.
Good and bad
says choose me.
Nothing but the right way,
that to choose.
Then a voice came so softly.
Recognised it as good.
Saying choose me,
this is the path
to trend and trust.
When u've choosen good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem