What leads to success
Will always help you become the best
Nobody will bring you down
Because you are stronger then anything
And their hate won't slow you down
You smile with your middle finger up
You know your the best
And that they are trying to make you give up
But that doesn't stop you
You're more that just a someone
You're your own number one
Success is hard to reach
But easy to tame
They left you with words of hate
But now all you hear is a crowd chanting your name
And those haters look up
An notice you're strong and not the same
As back in the past
Were their words ment something
But now you look back and think
Their hate turned you famous instead of nothing
You thank them with a slight grin
All those people who looked down on you
Didn't realize later on you were going to win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wheat that is gold, leaves of green. The world in your hands as your dreams....iip