The birds are free
as they fly in the sky
yet we walk
upon the earth
sometimes..
wanting to die..
To ever think of knowing
why we are here
yet we wonder about
fighting some kind of fear
some of us fear
being on your own
while others are fighting
to be left alone
some of us fear in being
everyone's friend
yet others want the world
to end.
some of fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem