It's alright to be wrong in a good way
as long as your truth to a person
as long as you know your own value
in a moment when someone in need of help
without knowing where to search but yet
you there to cover them by backing them up
its alright to be selfish when they break you
and lies to your face rumour behind you
in a nonsense way, but yet
you there to cover them by backing them up
its alright to be selfish when
they break you and lies to your face
rumour behind you in a nonsense way, but yet
you help them without hoping for them to help you
in return goes as a flow till you walk
out the door, let history reveals
there always one person who knew
you well enough
won't believe the nonsense behind
that run around time will surely
tell there always one person
who surely know you understand
values you good peoples leave a mark of memories
that long gone, but yet closer in the mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem