Here I am again,
sitting all alone,
no one here to talk to,
not even on the phone.
Here I am again,
wishing on a dream,
hoping that someone will find me,
behind this wooden screen.
Here I am again,
staring at the sky,
praying for the one day,
my heart will get to fly.
Here I am again,
collecting morning dew,
waiting for someone to find me,
Tell me, is that you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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