You've got to fight,
For that right to live the life you like.
Since nothing is a given.
Or proven to be owed.
You've got to fight,
For that right to live the life you like.
And doing that is always,
Worth more than a purety of gold.
Everything with hard work and earned,
Is not what one wishes to produce to be sold.
Every little piece put together,
One learns to appreciate.
With a holding onto it that validates one's growth.
You've got to fight for that life you like,
Most times,
Wrong or right...
With a pinch of some pain and tear stains to gain.
Everything with hard work and earned,
Is not what one wishes to produce to be sold.
Every little piece put together,
One learns to appreciate.
With a holding onto it that validates one's growth.
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Prepare to get no sleep at night.
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Sacrificing time to get it right!
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Prepare to get no sleep at night.
You've got to fight for that life you like.
And...
Sacrificing time to get it right!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem