Right from the day of my birth
The drum beat of battle resound in my ears
The vibration is felt in the core of my heart
‘‘but I am innocent'' I thought "and need not fight"
O! how wrong I was
For right from my baby cot I battled
Right in my mother's tender bosom I battled
Away from her bosom, worst became the battle
I stared at life and he gave me a war cry
I turned to my father, but he seems to say to me:
"Son, if you won't fight you just might not have it"
The battle line has been drawn before I was born
But the side to belong was my choice to make
And I heard the wise man said:
"Victory is locked in dreams
They dreamt it all, thus they had it all"
So began my quest for a dream
And I dared to dream
But life made victory seem impossible and dream seem fantasy
But the wise man said again:
"Life would serve you not a dream
No one would make for you a dream
Your dream is yours to make"
And again I dared to dream
But tougher became the battle and my dream became stronger
Maybe life would give me not a dream
But then it can't deny me what I dream
Therefore I dare to dream, I dare to have it
And there is nothing life can do about it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem