Falling
Drifting like a snowflake
My mind spins
Down, Down
Falling
The wind's fingertips feel, caress
I am falling
Down, Down
Falling
Wings of an angel, feathers of an eagle
but still I am falling
Down, Down
Falling
With no hopes of breaking free
I submit, the pits of red
they welcome me.
Down, Down
Falling
The end, it comes
The breaking point, I see
Down, Down
Down
I am Free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
may someone grab your hand, nice piece.