As I wear my countenance with pride
Lo and behold as I take what is mine
A thief in the night
With no other light
Be it as it may
We'd kill for a chance at life
Ya are not required to believe me
Nor are you fit fo deceive me
But in every word I hear ye
Ye are a fool and nothing but
Lost in your own dignity
Lost in your own destiny
You are a fool lost fo serendipity
Serendipity, serendipity...
A concept that lasts and will last
'till infinity
Oh, but we are all fools
Fools to ourselves
For we take this serendipity
And make it our reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem