I have hopes and dreams that's lived and died inside.
I live each day and take what this life brings.
I want to fly, to soar high above the mountains.
I want to fly but I have broken wings.
Still I can close my eyes and visualize that I have freedom.
That's my world and in my world all dreams come true.
But somewhere, somehow, sometime in some tomorrow,
I'll awake and find that I'm the same old you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm the same old you. I like it. thanks.