If we are scared while we are young,
then when we grow old what are we to tell the next generation?
That we were too scared to go swimming with our mates?
Too scared to climb the old peach tree?
Too scared to tell him/her that we love them?
Too scare to face the world?
I have nothing wrong with me,
I'm okay, I'm not crazy,
Believe me I'm scared sh! t of the world.
But I'm not gonna let that drag me down.
So if you ain't comn with me,
then get out of my way,
Cause I've got a story to make...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you go out there and live 10