No body known’s who I truly am,
I’ve never felt this way before,
Why do things turn out wrong?
With the way of this open door,
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
Why do people have to know?
What do they have to say?
Why can’t they leave me alone?
From now till the end,
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
Why do I live like this?
It’s like the world don’t exist,
I and you were we at,
It’s like the day is a fact,
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
No body known’s who I truly am,
What do people have to say?
Why do they hide from me?
Are they scared of what they see?
My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very lovely poem there, very good! ! ! just amazing what we experience everyday, Girl you got good writing poetry skills. Just to say that i'm always there Lori no matter what we do! ! ! ! ! Friends till the end, Em oxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoox, Good Luck