Stand strong and hold
Hold to the dreams of old
For you got to be bold
Not to shiver nor waver in the cold
In these days of mold
For behold,
With time dreams come to unfold
Dreams unheard of and untold
When others count their past woulds
You will be a piece of gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of my best... Keep it up dude...