I dare to give up
At the dice of life
Though the tough gets formidable
And the sweetness of life gets tasteless
I dare to give up
Though thorns and bristle
Prickle me at the base of life
Making me bleed profusely
I won't give up
Though trials and challenges
Visit me with innocuous gifts
Still I won't give up
That I may finish strong and swift as an eagle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem