I'm proud never refuse a dare
I challenge this road to hell
Unlike you I've paid my fare
No reason for you to dwell.
I'm not too bold, even strong
But my own decision I follow
None may tell me I am wrong
Else there's need for sorrow.
Always reluctant to compromise
I converse with friend not foe
Intentions open to prying eyes
Don't forbid me then not to go.
Why hide myself from things done
I'm trained to hear my own voice
Be honest then the battle half won
Then everyone makes their choice.
A road unknown, pattern uncharted
It may just be a merry old dance
I won't abandon a journey started
I'm always happy to take a chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem