The fire in their dance;
So alive, so
Real.
I finally understand;
I breathe, I
Feel.
My dreams are false;
They shatter, I
bleed.
My heart pounds on;
I want, I
need.
The heat in their eyes;
It embraces, it
Holds.
The strength in their hands;
It tunes, it
Molds.
Young lives in our midst;
So fragile, so
Frail.
They fight through the storm;
March on,
prevail.
I breathe air that's thick;
Too humid, too
Wrong.
The first sign of many;
Run fast, run
Strong.
It's always now or never;
Aim quick, aim
High.
Your life's in the balance;
Let live, let
Die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem