I'm alone so often,
I can hardly tell.
Who I should trust,
to take me through hell.
It's a dirty job,
but you love to do it anyway.
If it's worth doing it all,
you may as well do it the hard way.
Dancing for you,
is all that I need.
Too weak to stop,
too strong to heed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem