The heavy bag shouldered on my back
Ive left my home town with it
I paddle an old my bycycle
The driver who I met in my way
Dont you get on my car?
No Its all right
Do if you throw that away?
I never done
Whats in your bag?
Its a precious thing
You must throw that away.
I dont think so
I know what I can get better if
I throw this away but I take this
So its my pride and courage
Even if I the way lasts endlessly