It is how we fool we self
all through history
everything gonna be alright
singing and dancing with one love
knowing for real that come what may
you can`t please everyone all the time
but, of course, you can give satisfaction
to some people some of the time
night always will be dark
even though you shine the light
when morning comes
you gonna still be black
so make up you mind
to do what is right
it is your freedom
when you pick up the fight
full of heartache and pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem